She makes a face, very much having already decided that this man is stupid, but useful. She leans her full weight on him to carry, tall curvy, but not particularly heavy in any way.

The bench absolutely isn't comfortable, but laying down on her stomach does take some of the strain off, wings folded loosely on her back, breathing heavily. It has the added bonus of offering her a way of keeping her shirt on, considering the back was ripped open fully.

"Fine, this will do. If you can find me a shawl as well, bring it with you when you return."