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"What? No, I-I couldn't ask that!" She regarded him with an expression of mild surprise. Just how nice could a person be? She'd yet to do a thing for him besides cause trouble, and at this rate it seemed that was all she was going to do. She returned her gaze to her hands, one of which fidgeted with the cloth of her blouse. "I mean..." Her features betrayed her conflict: As much as she didn't want to impose, it was true that it would be difficult to manage through the night with her arm out of commission, pokemon or no. Simultaneously, however, she retained her avoidance to relying on others, especially on strangers and especially on people outside of Team Rocket. She stared quietly into her lap as she tried to find the words to refuse.

"I..." Can't accept that. Don't want you to stay. Ask that you leave immediately. Need you to get out or I'll force you out. "...understand. Thank you." She could at least count on Charmant to protect her if he tried anything untoward, after all. She wasn't the most sociable Growlithe, but she was reliable.

She instinctively raised her hand to support the cloth despite the fact that it showed no signs of falling away. "...I'm sorry, truly. I've done nothing but cause you trouble. I've no place to bother you in this way..."

Charmant regarded the excited grass-type warily, its apparent trainer even more so. It seemed the pair would be accompanying them for a while longer, and that meant there would be no relaxing to enjoying the fire's warmth. Vigilance was key.

Even if he'd said 'nice' instead of 'pretty,' it brought a slight warmth to her face nonetheless. How often did someone call a criminal nice? She'd been a nuisance since the day she was born, after all, growing into a genuine threat to the institutions of society and, eventually, into a murderer. And he was calling her nice? The irony was painful. "I'm sorry." Another apology - had she always been so apologetic? "I'm not used to people offering help, so asking for it is rather..." She might as well have been incapable of asking, with the lengths she went to to avoid doing so.

"That's about right," she affirmed with a slight smile of her own. "I know it's silly of me. Horribly stubborn, even. That's my conceit - I don't want to rely on others." Even when she was incapable of doing something herself, she would still do it herself. It might have taken her ages and it might not have been accomplished as perfectly as it could have, but even that was better than depending on someone else to do it for her. She might have been more or less helpless with her injuries, but it didn't mean she was useless.

Her first instinct on being chided for apologizing was, of course, to apologize. Fortunately she managed to beat that urge back with a stick. The small smile she wore quickly faded when the conversation was directed to the state of her arm, specifically how it felt. There was that irony again. She traced a path from her elbow to her fingertip, hoping to detect the touch somewhere along the length of her arm. No such luck. "It doesn't... hurt anymore, I mean." The latter half of her statement was a hasty amendment. She didn't need him pushing her off towards a hospital or something.

She knew that, and one would think she would have learned that after spending so long in the infirmary with no choice but to rely on others. If anything, though, the period of inhibition had caused her to appreciate the feeling of doing things for herself even more. She spared a glance in the direction of the dimly-lit lake, the red glow of the horizon filtering through the forest and dancing in streams across its surface. A small sigh escaped her; her intent in visiting Lake Elemi had been to see the night sky on its waters, and it seemed she wouldn't even be able to enjoy that much properly...

"Hm?" What could she need? She had been planning to camp, after all. "No, I don't think so..." Pink eyes found their way to the bags at her side. "Ah, but, if you'd like... I have some biscuits and things. It's not much but..." She fumbled to pull open one of the nearer bags, a significantly more difficult feat with only a single moveable hand, and drew out a plastic bag containing said biscuits. Biscuits alone weren't much of a meal, though, and so she also retrieved an array of things with which to garnish them, an 'array' consisting of strips of jerky, a can of flaked Magikarp, and honey. An array indeed.

"That sounds familiar," she said with a growing smile, referencing her own continued refusals to his offers. "If you're going to stay here and insist on helping me, then at least let me try and repay the favor." Not that biscuits were an equal offer, but they were a beginning at least. "If you're worried about eating my food, don't. I have plenty to last me to my next destination." She fought open the bag and drew one forth, holding it in her palm and extending it in Inigo's direction. "There are things you can put on it too. It's... probably rather dry and tasteless on its own." She frowned slightly at her own words. The biscuits were one of the items she had brought from the base, prepared by her own hands in the kitchen the day before she departed. Aila had quickly learned that she was not the best cook.

She gave a small nod, indicating that she did indeed insist and approving that Inigo accepted the offered biscuit. She certainly wasn't going to sit there and eat in front of him, so all the better for both of them that he conceded.

Inigo selected the honey, leaving Aila mildly disappointed. She had hoped to use a bit of the fish herself, but opening the can was a feat for two hands. Somewhat grudgingly she settled to use the honey herself when it was replaced. She frowned at the little bottle in an attempt to pinpoint the best way to handle the task before reaching with her right hand to position her left palm up and setting her biscuit in the numb fingers, carefully applying a bit of the honey to the bread. This finished, she retrieved the small meal from its temporary perch, raising it slightly and regarding Inigo with a sidelong gaze, waiting to see his reaction to the biscuit. She hadn't had the heart to taste the ones that hadn't been burned beyond salvation for fear of discovering that they were by and large inedible...

He ate enthusiastically enough, which meant that the biscuits were indeed edible and not more than mildly poisonous. Aila breathed the tiniest sigh of relief and extracted a bite from her own biscuit, holding it gingerly with the tips of her fingers. It wasn't a luxurious meal by any means, but she had managed on less in the past. Besides, the biscuit wasn't as horrible as she had anticipated, made even better by the sweetness of the honey - never mind that she had originally wanted fish. Food was food, after all, and there were circumstances under which being picky wasn't an option.

"Ah?" Something he could-- Oh, like the fish. Well. A little late for that, though. "No, thank you. The honey is fine." A cordial smile accompanied her words. She didn't have much opportunity for critique and so she wasn't the best actor, but she could at least brush off that much. Her gaze wandered to the lake, and she inclined her head slightly. "Do you know if the stars reflect here at night?" she asked, albeit randomly. She had been banking on an assumption, after all. She'd have no one but herself to blame if it proved wrong, but she would be disappointed no less.