He was certain that if Isis needed help she would most definitely demand that help. She wasn't the sort that kept quiet about much of anything. If she needed something, she'd let everyone be well aware of what she needed so she could obtain it.
He was about to turn to go discard his towel and drag a comb through his hair so he could start dinner, but her words held him where he stood. "Keep me?" he asked her, brow arching ever so slightly. Did that mean she actually wanted to be with him?