Her first impulse was to say this stranger nay. She did need help, but she didn't want to admit to weakness. The Seven knew she had enough to remonstrate herself over as it was.

"I do need stitching," she replied. "I should have asked the woman who met me if there were maesters in this place, but..." She gave a shrug, then examined her companion closer. She didn't think he was of the same kind of person as her escort had been, but how was she to know the difference? He was probably still not to be trusted.