He glances past her as much as he dares. Hotspur is not going to live long; he's gurgling and uncoordinated, supine in the snow. There is little to gain from acts of bravery now: he has done the hard thing, and better to claim the prize with help.

He couldn't carry the body because of his own wound. He needs the help. That is not so strange.

Hal crab-crawls backwards as fast as he dares, desperately aware of his unwillingness to turn his back.