[She's ridiculously tense beneath him. And she stiffens up even further, curling her body more inward. She really doesn't want to cry right now, not when it would just make him that much more stubborn about helping her. If she yelled at him to just trust her, she'd hate herself. And she might regret it just as much as she did when she shouted at her brother without telling him that she was just scared.]

Peter please...! If it was me that was exhausted, you wouldn't let me come either! It's why you didn't wake me up when it attacked you, isn't it? Can't I ask you when you're healthy? Can't I...?