When she looked up again, her face carrying a radiant smile.
He caught himself and sat back down, his face carrying a red sheen.
The old man's face carried a genuine smile; so did his wife Sarah's, where she stood behind him.
She made a face, got to her feet, carried the empty cup to the kitchen.
His face, turned up to the rings of faces, carried a sorrow at what he had to say.
His face carried an expression which was close to trepidation.
She walked smoothly, head held high, though her face carried shadows.
His broad, flat face carried only respect for the planetary governor.
Every face turning to follow him carried its special imprint.
With faces carrying the show, there is nothing beyond good in the dialogue.