[ Look, she surely must have some weaknesses. Even as an experienced adventurer. But that apparently transparent worry melts away when she nudges him, and he gives her the tiniest and most careful shove back.

She can reassure him all she wants that she's sturdier than she seems. But when she's not a bear at the moment, he'll exercise a little caution. ]

That's my ideal. Whatever makes you look like that.

[ Which he realizes a second later is an embarrassing thing to say, no matter how true it is. He tilts his head up like he's developed a sudden and intense interest in staring at the sky. The clouds could have moved, they need to be monitored. He carries on calmly as if that didn't just happen. ]

...I want to do something ordinary. Hiking, hotsprings. I don't have any memories like that. So it's perfect, right?