To be honest, I assume if you'd come back as you are now and I'd still been that ill, logic would have kept you from pushing me. I'm no good to anyone bedridden, Herian, and I don't think you need to feel any particular way about me to recognize that.

[It's even; there's no sense in losing her temper, and if she's honest, the assessment makes her more sad than angry anyway. It's evidence that Herian's low opinion of herself wasn't (only) depression or emotional trauma, but that the people who'd raised and trained her built it into her more analytical outlook too.]