There's a part of her that wants to object, but she doesn't. He's being kind, and she shouldn't need that. A Tradeliner shouldn't need anything from outsiders, by rights. But oh, how she does.

This is not the man who saved her life, she reminds herself. But she does nod, and sit, and relax so far as she's able. She still looks ready to spring into action at a second's notice, but at least a little of the tension is gone.

'Thank you,' she tells him when he returns. 'I... it wasn't a surprise. Lingering wounds, yes? I tried, best as I could, but they weren't survivable. I was more than ready to go. And then probability smiled, gave me another chance.'