[There's something sad about the shrug, about the way that everything is framed in the black and white terms of success and failure.

He wants to hug her, to tell her that it's alright to just live, to be content. He worries about her. Perhaps more than she would allow.]

I have no doubt that you'll succeed in anything you set your mind to.

Did you learn that- [He nods toward her sword.] -for the stage, or just for fun?