While she returned the bow, Amon snuck a little glance at her - it was easier to observe someone when they were distracted, or at the very least, not looking at you; but then she raised her head again. When she spoke - phrasing her sentence as if she were some kind of evildoer - he couldn't help but laugh. An eruption of deep, crackling laughter spilled forth from him. He nearly missed her counter-offer because of the strength of his amusement, but paused to breathe just in time.
Ah, hah... Missy, if my superiors were a-ok with the likes of me among them, they'll be downright giddy to meet you.
Ahh, children. She was too young to have committed anything too harsh, unless she came from a backwards place like himself; however, he accepted her dismissal of the idea. But aye, I'll help you look for things. Its only right, after you saved my hide.
Another dip of his head - this one faster, a sharp nod, - and his eyes began trailing along at the base of the trees. What sort of plants are you lookin' for?
He wasn't much of a healer so his attempts to help would be considerably diminished in that sense, but Amon knew some basic things.