Sun Mote Copse And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down

There was a pause, a silence that hung between them. And for a beat he considered telling her that he'd missed her- but any emotional sentiments he'd ever shown her had only ever merited something he interpreted as disdain or discomfort. She'd shrug him off, or tell him off- it was her sort of self-defense mechanism, and while it did bother him that he couldn't get real with her and talk about his feelings, he felt it was likely best that he avoid plucking the wrong chord with her, and keeping things stoic. 

"So you think the next time I come to visit," He drawled, "You'll be able to cure whatever wounds and sicknesses I pick up, right?" He said, but before she could answer, he continued. "Just think of it. Someday, I bet, you'll have a list of wolves who owe you a debt for saving their lives. You'll never have to do anything you don't wanna do ever again," He said.