Stone is still in groundling form, so as best to fascilitate communication before taking off with the good. Also, because it's easier to land on the ferry and catch his breath that way. Stupid aging. "For you or the boxes?" he asks, sounding friendly enough. "For the boxes and things, roping them together securely might be a good idea. I can't carry as much as I used to--" Ugh. "--but I can still carry more than you can. For you? Holding into my shoulder flange and chest scales helps, then I don't have to focus so much on not dropping you."

That's not seriously. Mostly not serious.