"You may take me down now if I'm a burden to you," I muttered as Ryle lifted me; I'd been ashamed of him because we'd traveled so far and he'd still been carrying me until now, since I had a convulsion. My feet are hurting, yet he is willing to assist me. If I can walk alone, I will. Even if he doesn't say it, I can tell he's struggling to lift me, and I can see the sweat flowing from his brow.
He said, "Nah, I'm fine, don't worry about me." I could hear his breathing.
I know he's not feeling well because, even if he doesn't say it, he appears exhausted. Ryle is small, and if I'm being honest, I'm a little heavier than him. I love to eat, and I'm not as thin as others think. Ryle is having a hard time lifting me because I'm so heavy. But I appreciated him because, despite his difficulties, he still tried to help me.
