[He probably wouldn't believe her if she told him.]

Someday, I'll make it happen.

[She props herself up on one elbow, trailing the silver locket around his chest with a finger]

And I hate seeing people I care for hurt too. Are your ribs well enough for me to stay the night? I want to take care of you, too. And if I'm here in the morning...well...it'll be easier to pamper you.