"Thanks," he nods at Ciri, and then uses all of his Masculine Manly Man Manhood Strength to hoist up a flap of dead weight. It's a lot heavier than he anticipated at first blush, and he does his very best to keep the strain out of his voice — with middling results. "But I got it. It's- fine. Let me just-"

Bend the knees, walk the heels out to shoulder-width, hoist again. There we go. Still sucks, but at least his fragile ego remains solid.