[She had a habit of being a little blunt at times, but it was born of kindness and curiosity more than any intent to make him feel uncomfortable. Which it has, she can tell by the way he hesitates before answering, and for a moment she questions if she she have kept her thoughts to herself.]

I'm sorry. [Her gaze drops to the large box between them.] When I arrived here, much of my powers were gone. Would you believe that I would have been able to carry this whole thing by myself, just a few phoebes ago?

[It's not nearly on the level of losing one of her senses, she knew that, but it felt more honest than just offering platitudes about there being no shame in asking for help.] I suppose I'm not very good at asking for help either.