Growling under his breath, Charlie jams he hands under her other foot. It takes some bracing and some shoving the tender skin of his sunburned shoulder, but he manages to get his grip on the sole of her sandal again: lifting her up a few inches higher. "Quick as you can, love," he grits out, arms already starting to wobble somewhat precariously under her weight.

He makes a mental note to practice dead lifting her weight over his head once they get back to the island.