[ A good long look at his companion, and he sighs. ]

Take it easy, little lady. A fortress is supposed to sit and stay; what good is it if it keeps crumbling under bad weather?

[ And, well. He slaps her (gently) on the back. ]

This situation is irregular. If you keep looking for things that make sense, you're gonna be running out of things to focus on real soon.

—But, yeah. It's quiet; our enemy's not a boaster, that's for sure.