She wants to be petty. Bitter. In fact, she'd love nothing better than to turn on her heel and march determinedly away from him. That offer, however, stops her cold. Her expression is still set, nearly as mask-like as his, but while she has her pride, never let it be said she wouldn't set it aside for her people. There's obvious hesitation as she turns this information over in her mind, but she very clearly does not want to be any sort of indebted to this man.

Eventually, she speaks. "Talk to Thorkil. I've no doubt he'll be able to figure something out. But I want to make one thing very clear. While I appreciate the offer, the next time you speak to me you should take care not to throw baseless accusations around. Spend some time learning the lay of the land. Speak to my people. We have less to hide than you seem to think." And with that, she allows herself the tactical retreat she'd so craved, turning away from him to head back to camp.