[She is quick to wipe at her eyes when she hears his voice, even though she's seated on the rough and hunched over, and he cannot yet see her face. He's there, that's enough, and she won't show weakness.]

You've balls as big as Volstag's, coming up here and daring to speak to me.

[She doesn't look at him, and though her voice is tired, her fire is still, in the undercurrent of her tone.]

I was foolish, I suppose, for thinking we were friends.

[Well. It might be news to him.]