[ There's the sensation of another nod from him before the connection cuts, Amos more focused on getting ready. On actually heading out. Their immediate plans are sorted out, they both know what they're doing; there's no need to keep talking about nothing.

It does indeed take him just a few minutes to arrive, bundled up in a massive coat, thick gloves, boots, everything. It helps him keep some of the cold out — only some, because it's not like there's a ton that he can do about the chill coming from within him — but it's good. Better than he'd be otherwise.

But... oh. She's young. And tiny. And dressed up far too unnecessarily, but he figures that's probably just a side effect of living with Sebastian. Probably coming from the same world as Sebastian. Whatever. Point is, she wants to help, and judging by the way she doesn't seem to be able to stand on her own — whether that's due to the Blight or something else — she needs help in order to help, which, alright, that's where he comes in. ]

Hey.

[ In contrast to her prim and proper air, Amos really is... just a guy. Blue collar, with no real time for formalities, so his voice is as plain as ever (maybe a bit softer, inadvertently, because... she really is just a kid). He comes to a stop before her, looking down. ]

So, how do you want to do this? Carry you in my arms, on my shoulder, something else? [ A beat. ] I can take your bag too. Won't be an issue.