The fact that Collins hadn't untied him yet, hadn't fallen down the path of charm that Raylan was trying to lay to better his situation, tells him that 'help' is only part of it. The rest of it is tucked behind that brush of thumb against the back of his hand. The closest Raylan thinks Collins might get to a tender touch.

His face pinches oh so slightly with curiosity flavored confusion. He couldn't do much in the way of reciprocation, trapped as he was, and since that was Collins choice, he figures that the man is wrestling with something. Something specific to Raylan. To how he felt about him.

"Do you know why you're here?" It was said with a matching soft curiosity. He wasn't trying to barb or goad with the ask. Just trying to understand.