[He's unbothered by her terse response. He's never been one to hold back from saying what he thinks, and she hardly looks in the condition to be starving herself, as unaware as he is of the supernatural properties of her fatigue.]

What, just to have you make the same misguided offer to another? [He snorts.] Of course, your will is yet your own, regardless of what I think.

[He hates to see someone set themselves aflame to keep others warm.]