"You think that I can't handle myself," he says, "and you want to wrap me up in cotton swabs and refuse to let me live my life. I was walking home and a bad thing happened, so what? It was bad luck, I've had worse happen to me in Roarton. I want to stay," he promises, "and I don't mind that you worry. I mind that you think I'm weak, that you think that I can't stand up for myself without some kind of spell to do the work for me."

"I'm not weak," he says firmly. "I know sometimes, people think that of me, but I'm not," he vows, which is something people find out long after they haven't given him the proper respect he deserves.