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This has nothing to do with whether or not you can pull your weight, he started, eyes tracking her movements as she shifted closer. I know you can pull your weight, but you're allowed to go easy on yourself when you're injured, Rosalie, he added. But he knew she wouldn't listen; he could see it in her face. So, before she could move any closer, he picked up the turkey and grasped the deer and began to move towards the den. It was kind of a lot to carry at once, but like he said, he could manage. He had certainly dealt with much worse. His pace was slower than normal with the added burden, but he thought that was good because then he could also keep an eye on Rosalie whether she wanted him to or not. Her pace was sure to be just a slow with her limp.