"I don't care. I don't want them near me," she murmured. "Please," it was humbling, humiliating enough to ask him for anything. "Do you want me to bow and grovel? Because I'm tired and broken enough to do just that," she sniffed, taking a few bites of the bread and cheese before handing it back, not really being able to stomach anything more as she walked over to the running stream to splash some cold water on her face, taking deep shuddering breaths.