He stares for a moment, trying to sit up but finds that his back simply won't allow such a movement. The snort is met with his own and he purses his lips. That's not what he meant, part of him felt like Darkleer knew that, but at the same time he didn't have the proper experience to know what to say here and his energy was pretty drained too. So instead he sighs, looking down before closing his eyes and manages a small, half hearted shrug. Again, what should he say? He could just say 'okay' or 'sure', but he doesn't feel like what Darkleer's offering is exactly what he wants...

At the same time, his head hurts, his eyelids are heavy, and his back continues to crack and split and he really just doesn't have it in him to argue right now.