No, it's really not something she'd care to have in common with anyone here, but it's not like they have a say in these things. They're just... stuck.

There's something almost vulnerable in her expression for a moment as she considers whether to let him help her. Normally, she'd insist that she was fine, she doesn't need help, but... Maybe it's this place wearing her down, or maybe there's something about him that makes her feel like she can let him see this side of her. Whatever it is, she finally nods and stands, moving to settle beside him and offering the length of fabric.