[To her credit (if one was assigning credit), Hayame does listen to everything he says first. Her lips thin, her brow furrows, and in the absence of her sunbeam bead to hold now she simply presses her fingers into her own hand, rubbing too harshly at a palm and the inner curl of knuckles, but… she stays silent.

To her, it just sounds like refuting her suggestions. Why wouldn’t it work the same way for him? It is difficult for her to believe without seeing, and if holding hands had been enough to reduced her Discord why could it not with him?

It just sounds like excuses. And she hates excuses.]

If you find my offer so repulsive, just say so.

[… Had she made an offer??? Hayame certainly seems to think that she has, simply by bringing up verbally the state of his condition and speaking bluntly (by her attempts at “polite” standards) of the ways she knew to heal it.]

There are other tents. Perhaps in one of them you will find someone with more appealing hands or ears.