Only one thing for it then. She huffs again, setting the tray of food and medicine well clear of the area. She's done this sort of thing often enough to know it isn't going to be especially graceful.

Being a Sawbones means sometimes one finds themselves in situations where they need to move patients. Being significantly smaller than just about any given person means learning how to do it without killing the both of them. So Sawbones rolls up her sleeves and squats down behind Benedict, looping her arms around his waist. Feet planted and grip firm, she lifts him off the floor.

It would be significantly more impressive if the nature of their height difference didn't mean his limbs would flop around.