...I don't want to leave you here. [because she knows your left side is weak, because she doesn't trust those soldiers or those guards, and say what he might, they might just haul him in due to convenience]

Besides, you'd only need your helmet. [From her back pouch, she pulls free a black...grenade? Is that a grenade? And since when did they have orange marks and spikes?] They won't be able to trace our exit or destination, and we can get you back to town in a couple hours the same way.

[It's not a plea. Soft and quiet and earnest, but not a plea.] Please.