He frowned at her as she denied his help and put his hands up at his sides, "What? You think just because busybody up top that you can't accept help from people like us? No." Amante approached her and scooped her up into his arms. He could smell the drugs on her and in her things and knew this was not only caused by a sickness, but he said nothing. "Do you have any more medicine?" The plan was for her to inject herself or take a pill, again, if she needed to. Then, he would take her back to the outpost and have her looked at, maybe sweat out the drugs or get some answers from her. Either way, leaving her here was not an option and it was obvious.