"You don't trust me enough, but I'm supposed to trust you, when you wouldn't even tell me who you really are." She frowned when he tried to get up, thinking he wasn't ready to be walking around just yet. "Here, let me help you." 

She moved closer, holding out an arm to help him up. [i]'I might be angry, but the last thing we need is him hurting himself further by doing too much, too fast.'[/i]