Yes, yes, someday she'd understand. Until then, he'd just have to be patient and pick his academic battles. And really, he was glad she'd taken to any sort of education at all beyond combat training. Even if it was reading dirty books to little old ladies. At least she was reading. And he'd rather enjoyed that, even with the speculative tittering and looks his way he got when the old birds realized he was half listening.
And she was right, although any worse than this and it was going to be ugly indeed. Best not to even think that way beyond preparing for the worst, which they always did anyways.
Actually, she had done exactly that during her period of slipping in and out of consciousness. Which had given him a great deal of hope. If she could still snark at him, it'd meant she wasn't dead yet.
Cath snorted out a laugh and shook his head. <"Too true, sweetheart,"> he agreed. <"C'mon, I've a defense to plan. I'll need an extra pair of eyes to make certain I don't miss anything.">