Amelie's heart wrenched at Sigurd's words. He was telling her to leave him and let him die. She couldn't. She couldn't just do that to him. He was her responsibility now, ever since she'd rescued him from that place on the grass. He looked so different from that angry German soldier with a gun in his hand. He looked small and tired and insignificant. Were these really the men that Hitler were sending? They looked so much less scary like this. They were... only human. No matter how he might have blond hair and blue eyes, he wasn't that much different from the baker's boy. 

"No," she said lowly, firmly, in German again. It was probably easier on his muddled mind. "You may not die after all my work." As he started to nod off, she patted the side of his cheek with her hand to keep him awake. "Come, awake stay. What is your mother's name?" Perhaps emotionally tied words would help him hold onto consciousness. She just wanted to keep him awake for a bit longer, just so that he wasn't slipping in and out of bad dreams. Besides that, she was curious. It wasn't every day that one had a secret Nazi hiding in one's back barn.