"I tried to," she confessed quietly, a small smile on her face. "My father, he wanted me to marry. And you know there wasn't much trouble finding the potential husband. But I turned them all away. I think I may have been quite frustrating." She was trying to sound innocent, she really was, but she couldn't help the tiny giggle. "I had to know. I had to know if you were alive or dead. If you were alive and you just didn't want me, well...that was one thing. But if you were dead, then I'd have to move on. And I suppose, in time, I might have. But I didn't want to."
The hand not entwined in his reached up, touching his cheek gently. She turned his face towards hers so she could brush a tender kiss across his lips. "It isn't going to go away overnight, my love. It can't. And I know you want to be back to normal sooner rather than later. But you have to get the rest you need or...or you could end up hurt again, or even more so." As miserable as he would be if he couldn't properly use his bow again, she would be ten times that if she lost him for good. And there was a much better chance of a full recovery if he healed first rather than risking another injury.