"Thank you." It means something, him offering to pass along the information. It'll mean more if he actually does , of course, but there's no telling what the Barrayarans will allow.

When his gaze shifts toward her arm, hers does, too, a crease forming in her brow. "What kind of unorthodox approach?"

She's not about to agree without hearing the idea--but she's undeniably curious. They're at war, and more importantly, they're out in the middle of nowhere. Her wrist is healing, but anything she can do to speed it along can only be a good thing. Whenever those Cetagandans of theirs show up, she has to be able to defend herself.