That hurts to hear, too, mostly because it's true. Though she gives him a sad smile back, she can't quite argue the point.

"Maybe so. I suppose you have more patience for it than I do... I know I'd be wroth if anyone tried to do that to me again, no matter who it was."

But, small slip aside, he also must feel like he's behind everyone else in a certain way. Mortals are used to living in a mortal world, with the unspoken expectation that people will die, and there will be serious conflict. Someone raised in Amaurot with no other outside experience wouldn't know what to expect. Would be easy to take advantage of. As the instance with the shoebill illustrates...

She leans forward, ducks her head down as if speaking to the water. "You're not a child, though. I don't want him to completely shelter you as a result of this. Gods know he'll be overprotective as all hell when he comes back."