She stared at him, holding the blade between them two. So frustrated that he would ever think it'd be safe to show his face to her again, and now he was asking her for help. He had a death wish. "I am not helping you." She snapped back at him, placing the blade back in to the side of her thigh. "You're an idiot sometimes." She mumbled. She was done, exiled from where he came from, and she had no desire on going back or helping the person who was so lucky in to keeping his place while she practically had to flee.