She huffs with irritation, frowning and tossing the damp, bloody towel back into the water. With an obstinate set to her jaw, she rummages around for some kind of clothing for him to change into, and sets the bundle next to the washbasin before planting her hand on it so that if he tries, he can't take it without first addressing her.

"If you want my help, you need to tell me what's going on!" She demands, fixing him with the same serious look that she used on him as a kid. He's not Dominus Lucius, he doesn't get to leave her out of the loop or ignore her like this. He's supposed to be her friend.