She couldn't help a slight twitch at the touch. The skin there was still tender and the void scarring that spread from it was still new, a tingle on the skin like her blood.

"Old enemy stole my sword and killed me. Or tried to. Way he put it, he was sending me back to hell." He'd get his for that one, but then his words really caught her. No one had really called her 'dear' in more than an age. It left a warm feeling in her chest that she tried to shove aside.

"Don't worry too much about hurting me. I'm tougher than I look." Even if she was still immature in a lot of ways. Like swallowing the boluses like a child eating vegetables.