Before the Sheriff and the dungeon, Will could have carried Clio without much of a thought. But starvation and torture had depleted his muscle mass, and though he'd been working on bulking up again, it was a long road. So it was with considerably more effort now, and an audible grunt, that he lifted Clio into a bridal carry.
He continued to murmur quiet reassurances to her as he carried her through the door and led Michael along the street to her car. It didn't take long for the strain to assert itself, an ache stretching through his depleted arms and recently-healed back. It wasn't important. He had her, and he'd be damned if he let her go right now. Even if the Devil himself were to come marching back down the street, he'd not let her fall.