"Oh, not at all," Snow wouldn't head to an infirmary unless someone made her, her actions born out of never having had anyone to depend on for... anything when she didn't feel well, why would she think to start now? So yes, it is a lie, but it's a lie in assistance to Trilla accepting help.

Trilla's critical eye will find nothing wrong, because there is nothing wrong. But the ebony-haired girl smiles bright and warm when Trilla takes her hand.

"I will keep that in mind next time, certainly!" she soothed. "I'm ready to start walking when you are, Trilla!" she offered, knowing that she needed to go at Trilla's pace, especially with the flower problem.