[ She can see him feeling some sort of way about the possibility of her hibernating, and she doesn't think she needs to point out that he might be risking something, however small. She's seen a similar expression too often to mistake it. ]

The warnings are appreciated, but I've made my offer and I'm not taking it back. If I suffer, or die, then I do. I'd rather do it fighting than wasting away in a fog of amnesia. What good is being strong if I don't use my abilities to help people I like?

And I saw how affected you are by it. I couldn't just do nothing, not if there's the slightest chance my presence might help.

[ Her smile turns from amused to genuine when he starts talking about what he actually likes. She never tires of watching people talk about and do something that, excuse the expression, lights a fire under them. ]

That's more what I expected. I like watching people do what they love, even if I don't have the same knowledge and can't really be of any help. I'd rather see what you've built or are working on than go to some stuffy party.