Fragility has nothing to do with it.

[ Andy's immortal. He's seen her take a blow to the head that would kill a lesser man immediately, has watched her be gored by some horrible wild animal, and she'd come out fine. One brush with Woden, and now she's dead.

He could say that. He doesn't. It doesn't seem worth it. It'll just make them both feel more like shit than they already do. ]

Others having powers hasn't prevented me from worrying before, and it's not going to prevent me from worrying me now. Here and at home. [ He worries about General Skywalker, for heaven's sake. He's lost count of the amount of times he's harangued the man about wearing some proper armour, the amount of times he's asked him to just keep his damn head down and practice some caution. He always rolled his eyes at him but, to his credit, usually complied with a roll of his eyes, fondness at the edges of his expression. All right, Rex, he'd always said, with the air of someone doing it because it would make him happy, not because he believed it necessary.

That had been good enough for Rex. ]

Do me a favour and humour me until the food gets here.

[ Surely she can manage that much. ]