You're such a wuss, James. I almost never break ribs by accident.

[He's not really on her mental wavelength, and she's not trying to read him: she knows him well enough to know how he'd take it. But her own affection for him shines in her touch like a soundtrack of swelling violins.]

I want to be sorry you're going, but I respect you too much to bullshit. Wardening never suited you and it's best. But I will miss you. And don't think you did no good. Peter, Cassel, Chris, Elena?