Fayte's ears went back and she glared at him, sitting up and holding her arm. Maintaining her composure as to show no signs of weakness, she pushed her legs on the ground to move away from him, "Why did you do that? I did not ask - had I wanted help I would have called for it. I am very capable of taking care of myself. Or are you too arrogant see when your help is not wanted?"<br/><br/>She stood, albeit uneasily, wavering on her legs. She took deep, loud breaths, not breaking her eye contact with him as she issued her nonverbal challenge.<br/><br/>Her hand went white-knuckled on her arm, struggling to fight both the pain and the blood that seemed to mock her, neither obeying her will to cease.