Lion Head Mesa fake out

His words were sometimes hard to follow, but Nazli knew a dismissal when she heard one. He didn't seem interested in help, which put her at a disadvantage - that was her whole job, as a servant. If he didn't need her help though, she could focus on preparing the snake and the hare; and maybe having company wouldn't be so bad? Even if he was a strange little man.
When Gucci offered his help instead, Nazli was surprised - and a little bit offended. Did he think she was incapable? She was still a touch anemic after her recent incident, certainly, and in recovery from the recent weeks of turmoil - but --
His comment about his own weight made her stare down at him; this little man who couldn't have been bigger than a child! And he made jokes about his weight as if Nazli wasn't standing right there, wide as a boulder, unable to reach things!
I don't need help. She blurts before she can stop herself.
A second later, sighing over the snake in its coil, she murmurs - I suppose, if you are going near the storehouse on the corner - down the hall, nearest to Tavina's wares, you could take this meat with you. It has been salted and tended, but needs to be left upon a shelf for curing.
If he could reach that high, she thought.