"We've got to get you into some of this magic stuff, get a light of you own," Shepard replies, grinning goodnaturedly at his suffering, "You can't make me do all the work."

It's a pointed jab; she knows he cares quite a lot about pulling his own weight, after all. She's no different. But as much as she loves to indulge personal preference, reality does impose the strict limits of that policy. Suck it up, Vakarian, you're going to wizard school.

But not right now. Right now is for creaking to her feet, and offering him a hand up. It's for breathing the smokey air, and squinting down the street... and setting off. For warm food and hard work, and eventually, a bit of sleep. But not right now.