The Sentinels if you are so very mighty

she clashed with him again, though gently, and his mouth set into a grim and unamused line. yet he leant forward all the same, sighing into her mouth as he kissed it. "stubborn little tree," lasher muttered. "i should have you uprooted and thrown across my shoulder for the trek homeward." yet he smiled at last as he said this, softening toward her strength. "i cannot dissuade you from this -- we shall come quickly -- but i will visit you often." with that she could not argue.