"I don't need anything else." She shakes her head; it feels like charity, as if he pities her, and it makes her recoil in frustration. "There is a clearing north of here, by a river. I am sure that would suit you and, if not, a few miles south there is another, one without access to water." Her nose wrinkles as she loses grasp of his shard and she steps closer, her eyes boring into him. "How did you do that?"