[... She can hear him a bit better this time. She frowns, first, though, because... she may not be an expert at lip reading, but it doesn't seem to be the exact length and order of words when he repeats himself, and that makes her suspicious. (Not that... She wasn't always suspicious, but.)

The frown stays on.]

If I wished assistance from you, I would ask for it.

[Her own voice is the accidental sort of "too loud to seem natural" that came of not being able to hear herself speak. Her knuckles are pale on her long bow, the arrow she'd ripped from the trunk.]

Unless you can magic me an eye, there is no point. Are you so powerful as that?