"Yep," says Gideon, cheerfully, not doubting it, and levers him up to his feet—and then over his feet, shifting her weight and picking him up bodily to sling him across her shoulders in a fireman's carry with a semi-exaggerated kind of joyful grunt. Keeping an eye on his sword arm in case he gets any ideas, she spins around with him, once, then staggers to a halt. "Okay, you're heavier than you look. This is what I get for skipping leg day."