“Maybe.” Trunks commented, frowning slightly. Considering his position, it wasn't hard to scoop his free hand under her knees and haul her up to gently carry her. “Have you been to medical yet?” Even if she hasn't, he's turning back the way they came and heading for the upper levels.

Thea weighed almost nothing compared to what he could lift, and she needed help. Headstrong, but she wasn't the first person Trunks had met who was like that. (He was guilty of it himself too at times, as were both of his parents.) She shouldn't even be jostled as he walked, his hold quite secure.