That reply coaxes a legitimate laugh from him, though he cannot hide the tinge of bitterness and disgust as that comment of hers from earlier returns to his mind.

"You are far more deserving of better treatment than being bred like livestock," he assures her. "And you are right - I deserved better also."

Skellig relaxes into her grip, grateful. Safe. He yawns softly.

"Speaking of your treatment...I would lay with you, after we rest?"