He considers it, and maybe that's a testament to how tired he is—that his first instinct is that maybe it would save him some time and energy to let someone help.

Of course, even as fatigued as he is, his thoughts still eventually run up against the solid barrier of his own mistrust. He is the only one who should be learning of his weaknesses and limitations. That is not knowledge for a stranger—nor anyone else, for that matter.

"You're right," he says after a moment, tone neutral. "I can figure such things out for myself."

Starting with: the actual duration of the recovery period. He looks around, searching for a clock and finding none. He sighs under his breath.

"Do you have the time?"