While her knee-jerk impulse is to say yes regardless of its truth, she takes a moment to actually think about her answer. It will be worse if she is wildly incorrect and does collapse somewhere between here and her destination, but — while definitely wearier than she ought to be even after taking on the devils of the rift — Zafire concludes she'd better keep moving. Stillness in these temperatures is worse than mobile exhaustion.

"Yes, I'll be fine, thank you." Well, maybe not, but she'll make it to the camp, at the very least, where she can see what her options are. If any exist. "But I need to know who has done this, who has brought me here."

This man doesn't seem like the type to engage in lengthy discussion and she isn't sure how much she'll be able to get out of him. Still, Zafire understands it necessary, in her position, to balance the requisite show of deference involved in what she is (a captive, an outsider) with demonstrating she is not and will not be passive, wherever she is.

Anything less is asking for trouble.