"Then you'll be back on your feet in no time." She pats his shoulder once he's in there, friendly but uncompromising, and grabs the wheelbarrow handles.

It's a hell of a weight, she won't deny that. With all his muscle, Daryl's probably closer to the weight of the deer as he is to her. But he looks bound and determined to turn a rolled ankle into something worse, and if she can stop him from it, it'll be worth the sweat. With a grunt, she gets it moving, and they go on.