[She doesn't nod or say anything, the hard look on her face suddenly turned inward at herself. He's very right; they don't really know each other beyond their mutual interests, brief in passing. She'd very much prefer to not have him guess and not have this get so personal so fast... or ever, if she could help it.

It doesn't immediately register what he's doing when he goes for his clothes as she laments the kind of companionship she'd most appreciate in a moment like this, a personal one, would be one that doesn't expect or ask anything of her, but she snaps out of that uncharacteristic longing when she goes for his crutches. Her hand is on them holding them still in the blink of an eye. This isn't his fault, and wasn't her tent.]

If anyone should, it should be me. You stay. [She lets go and rises to her feet, looking towards the tent exit and mutters.] I shouldn't be around anyone. [Her eyes dart to the pillow she returned to him and frowns at it; it has five discrete puncture holes in it now.] I need to... do something. Anything to exhaust myself.