silver is the grip on the helping hand

Then her shoulders rose and fell. "If you refuse, it is the same. I speak at the Thing. Only difference is there is no family name to honor. You would be alone, still, and maybe this would make the Konungr hesitate. I cannot be sure. But I won't stop you from refusing." She isn't dismissive, really. She is ... aware. She is careful of him, and of his boundaries, and very much sure that she could overstep at any moment.

But that does not mean she's ... not going to try.

"It is up to you. I only ask you tell me before the Thing, so I do not embarrass myself by being refused before the pack." If she is putting her honor out like this, then it is no crime at all to ask for her own reputation to be considered at least somewhat. It makes sense to Bylgja. Why should she pressure the boy into joining her if he does not wish to? There are years, still. Time. Plenty of time, should the Gods be willing to grant her many years of life.