"Oh I can make a pretty mean stew based entirely on stuff I can find out in the woods. And by mean... I mean it will kick your ass, but it's food." Con shrugged. He glanced down at her hand as she reached toward his arm. He looked back toward her, also meeting her gaze.
"First of all, you were useful, so no worries there. Second of all, you can pull your weight plenty without ever getting into a fight." He reached up to put a hand on her shoulder, and nodded. He hoped that she would accept his encouragement. It was too easy for someones desire to prove themselves to turn into a quest for glory.
"Fight if you think you need to, but you aren't gonna get kicked out for not killing enough darkspawn."