Heart bore her weight with general ease. Even without his phenomenal strength intact, he was a strong person after all. He nodded as he scooped her up in what he heard was appropriate for carrying women; a bridal carry. Heart clearly didn't realize the implications but he smiled a little.

"Those who do not help ones who need help, are no better than those who refuse to help themselves. I am glad to help."

Setting Barb down on the bench, Heart looked over at her moogle. "Alfred, was it? Go to the medical center and request a wheelchair if you will. I will stay and keep her company."