It's fine once is polite. It's fine twice is I don't want your help, stay away. So Dain does, rising smoothly to his feet and putting two steps' distance between them, a clear acknowledgement of that unspoken request. Perhaps he can save more berries from getting stepped on instead.

Dain looks down at the sizeable bag the winter berries were in before it spilled out onto the snow. "You bought them?" he asks, bemused. "For cooking, or are the berries especially good up here in the winter?"