She returns to digging through her saddlebags, even though she knows just where the item she's hunting for is. It's more of an excuse to catch her breath while her back is to him, purposely keeping herself from shifting noticeably.

"I reckon you're right."

About that first part, anyhow.

Maybe the second part, too.

"Here."

She turns over her shoulder and drops a little leather pouch onto his chest. It cinches by a drawstring, and there's a band wrapped around its circumference.