"Nah," she murmurs. "It's okay. I've... made my peace with whatever."

Bullshit. And he can probably tell, would probably be able to tell even if he weren't somewhat omnipotent right now. She doesn't want an easy fix, is what. She doesn't want some powerful godlike being to just wave a hand and fix her back up, fix something with no effort that she made herself, that nearly cost her everything. She will not accept that. She can't. It's stupid, but she can't.

"So how does this work, exactly?" she asks briskly, eager to move on. "I mean, is this gonna get easier for you? Are you gonna be able to recover your corporeal being? Is there anything I can do to help?"

Possibly an absurd thing to offer after that thought process she just had but whatever. She's not gonna not offer.