It's no trouble. Don't you think this is a good arrangement? I'm not always the sharpest, so you can look around for me while I carry you.

[A foot! She juggles it between her hands for a moment to figure out the orientation. She looks over her shoulder at Threepio.]

This must be your foot!

[Abandoning the lighthouse for the time being, she jogs over to the source of the glint in the shore.]