She was lighter than she looked.
How many times had he carried an unconscious Vicki Nelson now? Three? Four? The determination and rage she could wield made her seem larger than life at times. But physically, she was still mortal and fragile. He had to keep reminding her of that.
She didn't believe him, but then she only knew of one time he had carried her away from harm. Her fierce pride wouldn't thank him to be told about the others.
Henry prayed that eventually she would allow herself to be open with him. He'd show her that he could be trusted with her most vulnerable part.