The drow wasn't surprised she accepted. It was the best choice for her right now. If she continued helping him, she'd be seen as a traitor, just as he was already. After all her kindness, he wanted to prevent that.

A hand reached back to his side, holding the wound as he slowly tried to push himself up. He grunted in pain from the movement, but he managed to get to his feet. He clearly favored his left foot, the wound in to his right preventing much pressure from being put on it. However, he could stand without assistance. "I...should be fine," he mumbled. "It's not far from your village, right?" He paused a moment as he looked down at his weapons. "If...you don't mind, could you bring my weapons? I doubt I'll convince you guys to trust me with them, but I don't want them to just rust away out in the woods. You can bind my hands so I can't do anything tricky." Hesitantly, he removed the hand cradling his wound, bringing both behind his back for her to tie together, should she choose to. He was very compliant for one of the 'violent' drow that the forest elves knew of.