Ocean's Breath Plateau the feathered wings of jeweled gods

She realized she had been distracted, perhaps offended him by letting her attention wane. But she could not apologize, not as she had so many times with the wolves of Tortuga. That time in her life was over, and her apologies had never lessened their insults to her. She had been a weak creature when she had arrived to them, and she had left weaker, chased out because she could not be strong like the rest of them.

No, I—but what if refusing his assistance was an insult. She felt frozen again, unsure if she should accept or deny his request. Brook tried to put the pieces together, to form an opinion of what she should do, but none came. She did not need options, she needed a clear direction without choice. Choice was difficult, required skills she did not possess.

Yes, if that is what you wish. Yes, it was easier to please than to make him dislike her. Easier for the decision to be made by anybody but her.