It's a testament to how single-minded she was about getting away before her legs gave way that she's unaware of being followed until the towel hangs in front of her. Her entire body stiffens, before she forces herself to relax again, muscle by muscle, and take the offering.

She stares at it for a moment. Then glances at him, brow furrowed. Is this for her? Or for the sword? She doesn't want to commit to either in case she gets it wrong.

"I-- of course I'm okay." Without evidence to back that assertion up, she only has bravado. "After a battle like that, who wouldn't be tired?"