"You make me sick."

"Well I'm happy to see you too. That's the first thing you say to me after all these months?"

"Sick with worry! Every night that you're gone is a sleepless one. In my dreams I see you wounded, dying in a ditch from an arrow, or a sword-wound... I hear you crying out for me, but I can't reach you. I can't be there for you when you need me most, I can't be there to comfort you, to ease your pain, I can't even kiss you goodbye..."

"...I'm not going to die."

"You're a bloody idiot. You're going to get yourself killed, and you're going to break your old mother's heart."

"I'm not going to get killed."

"You're definitely going to, if you keep arguing with me."