Chell was already on the task of moving the cargo, gathering up what was left a bit further away from the main deposit of it, though he was having a little trouble gathering the boxes all up at once. He could lift quite a bit of weight, but getting it into his arms in the first place was where he was having issues.
He paused, having managed to get three decently heavy boxes stacked up on top of one another, and stood up slowly with them, balanced on one arm, leaning them against his chest and shoulder. He eyed a fourth box, uncertain. He could carry a second stack of three, but how on earth would he be able to pick it all up in the first place?
"If someone is able to pass more cargo to me...?" he began, and paused. He could crouch again, to make it easier for them to get it into his grip, but he only had two arms.... But perhaps he was looking at this incorrectly? What if he were to arrange two stacks of boxes, crouch, work his hands under them, and then stand back up....?
Either way, this seemed to simply be what he got, for living centuries in a situation where this sort of thing simply never even remotely came up. When he'd sent someone away from his forest with food before, it hadn't been an issue to simply conjure up something with which to transport it, but here...?
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Chell was already on the task of moving the cargo, gathering up what was left a bit further away from the main deposit of it, though he was having a little trouble gathering the boxes all up at once. He could lift quite a bit of weight, but getting it into his arms in the first place was where he was having issues.
He paused, having managed to get three decently heavy boxes stacked up on top of one another, and stood up slowly with them, balanced on one arm, leaning them against his chest and shoulder. He eyed a fourth box, uncertain. He could carry a second stack of three, but how on earth would he be able to pick it all up in the first place?
"If someone is able to pass more cargo to me...?" he began, and paused. He could crouch again, to make it easier for them to get it into his grip, but he only had two arms.... But perhaps he was looking at this incorrectly? What if he were to arrange two stacks of boxes, crouch, work his hands under them, and then stand back up....?
Either way, this seemed to simply be what he got, for living centuries in a situation where this sort of thing simply never even remotely came up. When he'd sent someone away from his forest with food before, it hadn't been an issue to simply conjure up something with which to transport it, but here...?