I am aware, Adele. It always struck me as odd, though. There aren't too many people who'd wish you harm here from what I've seen. Those that would are intelligent enough to realize that you are well protected. But I never really wondered why you are so paranoid.

Why is that, my dear friend? You've said that you are going home to die, but what has made you so afraid that you feel the need to carry knives at all times?

[He squeezes her into a one armed hug again, almost like he would Mara or Jan, a trusted friend.]