"Learned to survive by trying to figure people. If that's 'psychoanalyzing', it's not a bad thing." Whatever that is.

But this water, and the ominous sense of weight--so unlike the stone of the Citadel, which was threatening in its own way.

When he stands, so abruptly, she can't help but react, dancing back a step or two, hands coming up, ready to punch. "So what? Now you're all for running away?" She may juts punch him if it'll get some sense out of him.