Apparently, a woman can only go so long without a sword between her hands.

...are you as deft at handling your sword as Captain Westfall?"
"Better," he whispered in her ear.

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

And then I am going to rattle the stars.

Because I am lost," she whispered onto the earth. "And I do not know the way.

You can't go."

"Give me a reason why I shouldn't."

"Because I'll miss you, damn it!" she hissed, splaying her arms. "Because what's the point in anything if you just disappear forever?"

"The point in what, Celaena?" How could he be so calm when she was so frantic?

"The point in Skull's Bay, and the point in getting me that music, and the point in... the point in telling Arobynn that you'd forgive him if he never hurt me again."

"You said you didn't care what I thought. Or what I did. Or if I died, if I'm not mistaken."

"I lied! And you know I lied you stupid bastard!