Parker could see her difficulty in smiling. She was trying to be strong for him. She must be thinking herself some sort of burden, or weight, dragging him down. Parker slightly tilted his head and asked, "You know that I don't think of you as that, weak, I mean. In so many instances where you were fatigued, or exhausted, instead of allowing others to fight for you, or lying down while others risked themselves, you jumped in and continued to aid them. You fought along side myself and your family bravely and with the greatest strength of will I've seen in a long time. I don't ever want you thinking that you're a burden to me; or that you're weighing me down. I can lift 3 tons no problem, you'd never be able to weigh me down."
He lifted her up with his arm and swept her legs up with his free arm, holding her gently in his arms as he walked, "See? Light as a feather." He smiled behind his helmet, inflecting his voice slightly.