Clearly my needing assistance when I'm so grievously injured is an excellent reason.

[She smiles at him through a part in her thick bangs, lifting a hand to tap his broad nose. The look in his eyes was a lovely distraction from the homesickness that burned within her, her smile growing. For no matter what others might have thought of her people or how they dressed, she was very particular about who she allowed close.

Moreso for who she allowed as close as she allowed Sigr. It was a selfish kind of delight she took in seeing how she could surprise him, gathering up the sound of his laughter and keeping it within her heart where she could think back on it later and let it warm her from head to toe as it did now. So she playfully shrugged her shoulders, feigning ignorance for but a moment, only for his words to pull a soft huff of amusement from her.]

Fair enough.

[She pauses, one ear cocking to gauge how close the others are, before her smile turns mischievous. It is the only warning she gives before she speaks.]

Would you give me better marks to remember you by then, my magus?