A cause, and a Lord. "I would be nothing without it." Worn away to a husk, like the armies they'd bled for charity's sake alone.

"Do be careful of your wounds, dear one," he chides gently. Her next remark, however... "An assassin?" Oh, how wonderful! He hides some of his opinion from his tone, but not all. She seems to expect judgement for her work, but she'll find none from him.