I think you want help, but are too proud to ask for it.

[His eyes widened a bit at the sudden movement. If words weren't going to get through to her then actions will. He was quick to react and pulled his sword out to block her claws from striking him.

He hated having to fight at all, but if he had to he did well enough to defend himself. He was no warrior by any means. He was a healer. He believed that his sister would be proud to see him standing up for himself and holding his ground.]