It doesn't bother me. Or - well. The fact that I lost bothers me.

[she's so fuckin' mad she lost to a frog who doesn't even know how to use a sword properly

but like, emotionally, she's kind of fine with how it happened. she's never been afraid of death, and she's had a bit to get over the worst of it. anything that still remains is less bad than it was, because she's been able to talk to her team. a pause, as she watches him, and then maybe a bit abruptly:]

I think that you are trying very hard to take care of me when I'd rather take care of you.