[ It becomes clear that she's not getting help up, so she withdraws her hand and instead pushes herself up on her own. Instead of talking at first, she just chooses to look at her own clothing so she can at least somewhat hide how he managed to make her eyes roll so hard she swore they stung a little.

He provided a distraction she needed and she was not keen on chasing him away no matter how much she wanted to punch him. She does finally choose to speak, having no issue with levelling him a stare that would have sent lesser men running. ]

Our versions of concern clearly don't meet even remotely near each other.

So, do me a favor and simply tell me what about my behavior has been bothering you so I can choose to ignore it and instead finally take a nap - you're even welcome to walk with me to the closest place if it's more a case of you just wanting to infuriate me for forcing you to help me.