Dragging would exacerbate my arthritis. I'd bind your wrists and get you on my back, make you into a really ungainly knapsack.

[would that actually be any better. Need looks at the water and sets her jaw, getting to her feet slowly. She's so reluctant to leave, but having to look strong is more important.]

Glad you're not trying to tell me to leave you. You should stick around for a while. [Need narrows her eyes.] It's always possible someone really awful will wash up with us eventually and have to be dealt with. If I floated a hypothetical of, hm, not paying my next toll so I could break such a person's ribs et cetera and make them less of a problem, I'd just shock all the others.