[There's a moment of frustration on her face, but it's directed at the idea more than at him. She doesn't like the way that notion seems distasteful, the sharp, ingrained swell of shame at the concept of putting her own needs or interests front and center like that.

Of course, that emotion remains all the same, and it makes her shake her head, more forceful than it needs to be. There's a tension in her voice that wasn't present a moment ago.]

That's not... [A sigh.] You don't have to say stuff like that, okay? I said I was fine, so I'm fine. I'd know better than you what would be terrible for me.