Bak'Ran took her words in, but seemingly disregarded them. He lowered in front of her, and watched as the cold began to take its toll on her body. "Perhaps you were right" he said, now going on a power trip at her expense. "Perhaps you do not need me, or my help... Perhaps you are strong enough to make it on your own, and keep your pride" he said. Now he just wanted to hear her ask. To say that she did need his help... To plea for him to help her. He struggled not with the cold, brushing it off, unable to feel it at all.