I look at the bright sun on the ground between us and the cart, and look back at him. "You stay here. I'll get you something," I promise, then I shoot across the gap between to the cart.

(I'm sure he could manage. He doesn't look like he's going to pass out, and he's pretty strong. But it's not polite to call attention to other people's weaknesses, and I don't mind doing this for him!)