[ even though his question is probably rhetorical, she fights the temptation to answer with a "something stupid", since she really can't seem to understand the point of all of this. the problem is, it hasn't really mattered if she understands or not; she's been helping him through it anyway, keeping him updated with the news on the paper, tending his wounds, guiding him around the island, because whatever that's so important to him, a part of her just feels inclined to help him.

why? is the actual question that needs answering, since it's not like she really gets much benefit out of it. she could leave this place and find something better, somewhere people would actually spoil her with all the goods and sweets and luxury she wants — so why is she still here?

it might the same unknown reason she stayed at his bedside for all those hours of waiting for him to regain consciousness when his eye was lost. when he showed up at her door again after that, even after her loud proclamation that she was done, she'd realized she'd hoped, maybe even knew, he'd go to her again.

is that why she stays?

instead of giving any kind of answer, something that would give away the hush of surface thoughts, she pouts instead, displaying her usual annoyance with him as she adjusted the bandages back into a more secure wrapping. ]

Ehh!? [ she finally looks back up, nose scrunching at his compromise. ] With everything I do, I deserve even more than a day!

[ mean! MEAN!!

she slumps back on her heels, her brows knit, her expression looking plenty cross. ]

You'll probably just wander off tonight looking for another fight anyway.