Yes, working around that shield needed stop, and he moved his hands from her hair to the edges of the great thing, mindful of the spikes, and lifted...or he tried to. He cleared his throat, attention constantly drawn between the shield and her hand, or apparently what was left of it.

"Er, yes. I've been awfully curious for some time now, but I-" he grunted with the effort of lifting that shield. "Would you mind stopping for a moment and helping me with this thing? Honestly, how is this of any use to you? How do you lift it?"