She stared at him a moment longer, debating, considering. Then she sighed and shook her head, looking away from him.
"I have a better idea. Sit," she said softly, gesturing toward the rock she'd been using to hold herself up as she pushed away from it to limp toward the nearest pool and kneel beside it. Not looking at him, she continued quietly, "Ehvren, I want to help you. I do. If for no other reason than that the two of us seem to be rather stuck with one another for the foreseeable future. You cannot keep demanding things of me. It's unkind."
She gathered up a few handfuls of soft, bluish green moss and sat back. Her magic may not be an option, but years of training under the best herbalists in her kingdom wouldn't be in vain. Glancing back over her shoulder at him, she exhaled slowly and added, "Just ask for my help. I want to give it."
She tore a few strips of fabric from the end of her nightgown as she got to her feet and approached him again with a quiet, "Hold our your arm, let me see."