[ Such a life is difficult for him to imagine. The trajectory of his own life seems clear enough to him, even though it was not always that way. Perhaps there is a part of him that wishes for a simpler life, a life in which he was not a lord but perhaps a mere soldier... or a farmer, or a horseman. Something different from what he is in reality. But such thoughts are foolishness, and he ought not give any time to them. ]

I suppose that I could do that, but home and hearth can be repaired and replaced. Friends and loved ones cannot. [ And she might note that his use of words implies that he considers her a friend already. For him, the distinction between a friend and a loved one exists, but it does not take much for him to begin to care for another, in a protective sense. He does not have many friends, but the ones that he does have, he intends to keep as long as possible. ]

Then perhaps that should be our next course of action.