The thought had come to mind, but Oenone wouldn't gain anything by killing him. She had made up for her past mistake when he needed her. Now she had nothing to make up for. There was a twisted pleasure in watching him fail to get up on his own. He hadn't used his physical legs in a while now, he was bound to be weak.
She smirked, looking at the weak boy before her. There was a time when she would have rushed to his side to help. Those days were long gone. "If you want help you have to ask," she said bitterly.