[Ren turns to regard her request, his nose wrinkling. Does she take him for a fool? Even chained to a log, he knows what tools can do — a blade would allow her to saw at the log in any measure. No. She would not be getting anything to defend herself.

He had control of his men. Unless they all turned on him at once (and they would not, for a chance at one Sand), she had nothing to worry about.]

I am a light sleeper. And you seem perfectly capable without a weapon. I will reconsider, should you ever prove yourself worthy of my trust.

[And then he turns back to leave her in the cold. Judging by the way he says the word ‘trust’, it is very unlikely she will ever earn such a thing.]