Ah, so he's someone who doesn't like assistance. She should have gathered that. And despite her curiosity and wanting to know what power he has, she lifts her hands in a gesture of supplication and then drops them to her side, never making a move for her weapon. She doesn't need to. His attitude isn't exactly dangerous.

"Of course you were. But would you have only sustained the injuries you have?" Because from where she'd been standing, it might have ended a little worse for him.

As he starts to leave, Hawke gives him a brief nod, then looks concerned. "...Your wounds. I can heal them, if you'd like. Or you can visit Mordin's clinic. He'll help you out." He might charge, too, but she doubts it. Not when so many of them have so little to their name. "I'm glad I lent a hand," she says after some mulling. "Even if you could have handled it on your own."