Charlie frowned up at him, a little surprised by his forcefulness. She wasn't really surprised that he was insisting she sit back down though. Heck- she'd probably do the same thing if she were him. She continued to frown at him for a long moment before she sighed and sat back down on the couch, knowing full well that he wasn't going to let her do much of anything while he was here. "Fine. The towels are in the hall closet. The blue ones are the best." She said, her voice a little sullen. Even if he wouldn't let her get it, he could at least grab one himself. Charlie hated being useless, and she felt very odd about having someone worry over her and try to take care of her.
"I can take care of myself," she blurted out suddenly after a moment. "I'm not dying or anything. It's just a small burn, that's all." Charlie insisted. She didn't want him to think she was weak, or some damsel in distress. She wanted him to realize that she was a strong and capable individual. She didn't think he'd change his mind about letting her stand up, she just... Wanted him to know.