"I find that sort of insistence on being fine often belies what is actually going on. Even more so when one cannot stand properly." It's not an annoyed tone he takes, but a flat one. He's definitely heard this song and dance before, and he's not buying it. Ravus lets her clumsily drape on him with all the steadiness of a newborn fawn without complaint, only an expectant patience that means he's waiting for her to give up.

"Perhaps in the long term, yes. But if you are feeling unwell, allow me to escort you home. You're liable to hurt yourself if you cannot keep upright."