"Well, for one--you watch the sword." Because that was the big obstacle. But otherwise he crouched a bit, to help make it easier. They were of an equal height after all. "Then just, as long as you're not choking me, you hold on."

Assuming she was able to manage around the sword, Trunks hooked his hands and arms around her legs, breathing for a moment to gather his concentration. She really wasn't heavy--but he would never think of her as scrawny. She moved like some war-dancer on the field and he liked it.

That moment done, and then just like before at first it's a slow-rise. Giving her time to get used to it. The feeling of his Ki wrapping around them both this time wasn't as strong--mostly because they weren't going to go nearly as fast. But it was there all the same, to help with the movement through the air.