He's surprised by how upset she seems at the thought of being dragged to the med tent. He backs away, one careful step, hands raised. "If you were up for finishin', you would'a by now." He thought that was obvious. Still, he tries gentleness. Christ knows he hasn't so far. "C'mon, just get checked."

He can't believe he's pleading with a teenager to see a doctor, and yet, it seems like an enormous privilege to be able to. He'll take it.