[ From the brief time that they've spent together, it should be clear to Sandor that she has a biting response on the tip of her tongue. Except she spots that thinning of his lips, giving her pause.

It could mean anything - it's not like she knows the man. But from what little she had seen over the course of their harrowing time together, he isn't shy about cursing her out for other innocuous things.

The thought of leaving him, even if he has, to quote him, a big fucking sword, doesn't guarantee his safety. But the dragons were deteriorating and they had already spent too much time trying to find her lost bag. She stares up at him for a long while before - ]

It's Hilda, not "girl", just like I'm sure you name isn't "man" or "guy". [ And after a moment she digs into her pocket, pulling out something that looks akin to a bracer, if not a little more decorative than he might be used to seeing. She holds it out to him, eyeballing whether or not it'll fit. It might be a tight fight, but it could still work at least until he left. ] And if you're going to be stubborn and stay then at least wear this. Just think of a shield and a magic one will pop right out. You won't even have to use your hands for it.

[ Before he can refuse it, she shoves it into his hands already beginning to back up and out of reach. Whether or not he wears it is up to him. ]