[ He does indeed need a lot of things and that's why she's asking?? But she realizes with his scathing look that she perhaps could have worded her question better, and with a meek shrink of her shoulders, she partially hides behind the low dip of her hood. ]

I... um, can only do little things, of course, but...

[ The more she speaks, the more she feels that her question really was a dumb one. But in a valiant attempt to justify it, she offers, ]

I can put you on your side if you're tired of standing. Or I can move you over if you want a different view...?

[ Maybe the sun hits him in the face at certain hours (if he even has a little window) or it's stuffier on certain sides of his cell, who knows. ]