It's not pity. She's had her fair share of injuries and when it was necessary she pushed herself past them to get the job done. Right now it wasn't necessary for him to do the same, they were not on critical levels of alert, the world was not imminently ending so the smart thing to do would be to take advantage of the time they had to catch their breath and prepare for the time when it might be.

Still, she's relieved when he doesn't argue. Barton she'd be dragging by the ear right about now.

"You're in for a treat then," she answers, smirking over her shoulder at him. "The real question is, do you feel like cooking something by pulling ingredients out of magical cupboards or would you rather head to the dining room and just have our meals magically cooked for us too? Unfortunately there is no option C without the magical interference as far as I can tell, unless you feel like mounting a hunting or fishing expedition."