"Now you recognize it," Oliver said. "And you know me not to be lying. You have given me much, Princess Asabel – but I might have further use for you still. I shall not allow you to run away, now that I know for certain."
"To that end, I return the same words to you, Ser Patrick," Asabel said. "If you are so enamoured with a power that I despise, then you had best do your best to claim it."
Whatever exactly those words meant, Oliver didn't have the faintest, but they certainly sounded like a challenge.
"Is your heart back to the strength it was?" Oliver asked.
"Perhaps," the Princess said, letting out a sigh. "I thought it was meant to be I with the power to heal… Fine – very well. I know what you seem to expect of me. The same thing that I expect of myself. I haven't been neglecting my duties, but I suppose neither have I been giving them all that I should have. I shall anticipate your victory, Ser Patrick, and when you return, I shall show you victories of my own."
