[Henry does not ask Maketh if she is sure. If she has doubts then that battle is already lost, though his conscience compels him to offer.
He thinks of warning her that the only way he can be certain her unnatural armour is burned away is to wait until she feels the flames, but sees the misstep in that: if she has not already thought of it, awakening further fear in her will only serve to weaken her self-control.
He has seen men die of dragon fire, instantly and in slow, fevered agony. Though she asks this of him, he cannot say that she will forgive him for it afterward. She is not living with the memory of it yet.]
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[Henry does not ask Maketh if she is sure. If she has doubts then that battle is already lost, though his conscience compels him to offer.
He thinks of warning her that the only way he can be certain her unnatural armour is burned away is to wait until she feels the flames, but sees the misstep in that: if she has not already thought of it, awakening further fear in her will only serve to weaken her self-control.
He has seen men die of dragon fire, instantly and in slow, fevered agony. Though she asks this of him, he cannot say that she will forgive him for it afterward. She is not living with the memory of it yet.]
Be there aught on you that you wish kept safe?
[He questions, as he steels himself.]
Set it aside.