[ Even throughout everything else he catches that brief glimpse, the gaze that settles momentarily on his weapon, and he's ready to immediately refuse a request not yet given life when she blessedly abandons the notion. It's one struggle down, many to go.

She moves and he's so tempted to look away, to give her privacy with her pain, but he's going to need to get comfortable with it very quickly if they're going to get through this. ]

Listen... listen, okay? I'm gonna' get one arm under your legs and one behind your back, so I need you to tell me if the spots I pick hurt too much.

[ Explaining his thought process lets her in on it and also helps him solidify it, not waiting any longer as he moves his -- thankfully fully covered, so they don't have to deal with that empath bond -- arms to slide one beneath knees and one behind her shoulders. No pressure, yet, no attempt to lift her. ] Is here good?