[before, all of her reactions were calculated to the smallest detail, but here she doesn't have to worry about such things as much] Oh, does it? I suppose I'll have to accept it.

I know and I am grateful for your friendship and protection. But I hope that she does not try to harm me at all. I hope that the idea doesn't even occur to her. She's killed me once and had her sport, I can't imagine what would be the use in killing me again.

I. . . suppose so? Though this Army could be killed by only three things: dragonglass, Valyrian steel, and fire.