"Carry me?" Edward asked, slightly confused. He weighed at least a hundred and seventy, if not more, with the automail. And Jacob didn't exactly look that buff. But at the question, Edward pulled up his sleeve to expose the broken mechanics.
"This is automail. It's a prostetic. Caron and steel, and oil, you know, for hydrolics." Edward said, patting it gently. "My left leg is also automail." Edward explained. "I lost both my limbs in an accident when I was about ten. I don't think you'd be able to carry me, because they're so heavy. I think I can walk." Edward said, offering Jacob a soft smile as he took a step forward, holding onto Jacob for support.