Sprawled on all fours where she tumbled from the toad's carcass, brusied and bleeding and coughing vile bile from her lungs, Silhouette is not in a position to reply to Nelleon right away. And really, it was for the best. Had she the power to do so, she'd have scoured everyone standing there from the world entirely, if only to erase all memory of this humiliation from existence.
Alas.
Instead she acted to try to reduce the humiliation in whatever small way she could; grabbing her waterskin and pouring it over herself with shaking hands to slough away some of the toad's innards, and to let the chill of the water numb her wounds. It gave her a chance to wash her mouth out too, and that was welcome. When she was sure her legs would bear her without quaver, Silhouette got back to her feet and nodded at Nelleon; her face a stone wall holding her blubbering where it couldn't be seen.
"Of course. Please, lead on."
If he wanted her to beg for healing, he didn't know her very well at all. And that suited her fine. If she had to BE weak, she would at least have the grace not to SHOW it.