That seems fair enough— one good turn deserves another, and you were a great aid to me. I'm hardly going to leave you stranded here after all that.

[Really, there are no circumstances under which he would, but knowing Amelia likely prefers to think of it as a trade, he'll leave it at that. Once she concedes, his arm around her shoulders closes a bit more securely before he hooks the other beneath her knees, pushing off the floor with one foot and giving a soft grunt as he draws up to his full height— she's not terribly heavy, but wizards aren't particularly known for their ability to carry things.

Cautious, he shifts her so that he can support her against his chest, scanning their immediate surroundings to ensure nothing has been left behind before he starts towards the exit.]

A good thing that we cleared these hallways on our way down here— let's hope for a clear shot back, shall we?