Honeyed Pasture Cut off his head immediately, and stick it on a pike!

He watched the many emotions flit across her face in the form of a scrunched brow, or a wide eye, but did not know what each intricate little tell was really saying; he knew she was conveying something with each visible tic, but all Tetsubo could rely on were the words falling from her mouth. And he nodded, first to confirm he would be alright, then after a moment of hesitation as she made him promise — and his promise was true, it was stalwart like all the rest of him. He did not understand why he made this oath to her, but he knew the likelihood of coughing to death was minimal, so it was easy. Then, as she departed, her final words made him quirk his head in a mimicked confusion to her own canting face. But she was off, and when he was alone, he asked the wind, I am not your mate - but the idea of having someone in some capacity, did linger. Perhaps that was what the promise had been for; but he could not swear himself to her, not now that he had already done such for Skellige. With this confusion dominating his mind, Tetsubo turned and headed for home.