You want very badly to say yes, to puff up and throw back your horns and assure him yes, yes, I'm brave, I'm strong. "No," you say. "It was a dream, things are different there. Bel, I could hardly manage a matespritship, I was half pet, half charity case, and I still managed to, to shame her for taking me on. I don't know what I can offer you, anymore, there's nothing left to chew on, let alone lock horns with, I mean. I. I thought that was why— I mean. That was why I thought you were just... playing with me. I mean. You're brilliant and steady and fearless and you have a thousand friends and a bloody great sea eagle for a guardian and all this combat experience, and I have, I'm... pretty. It's not exactly a fair fight, you know."