It feels condescending and proprietary, that. Any other time she might shrug it off, say something arch, move on. But here and now she is frustrated, not with him nor his imposing of limitations, but with herself.

She should know more. She should be doing better.

"I am not going to hurt myself." She snaps. Though she's made a point to not use rejuvenation to give herself a little more time, a few more hours- she's tempted. It's right there, tingling at the tips of her fingers, Compassion warm and real at her back. "I am going to get this damn parry right."