[Lif likewise listens to Aela as she speaks; he's pleased that she knows that he won't leave her so easily. That she trusts him enough for it to be just the two of them on this journey, despite the perils that this land brings.]

We have not had to worry, about such injuries possibly spelling our end in quite some time.

[...He doesn't let go of her shoulder, though; if anything, his grip tightens slightly. A little more assuring and grounding.

He should let go though, shouldn't he? He should. And yet, Lif doesn't; he's not sure why, but...he wants to linger. He wants to linger for just a little longer--]

...Tell me about him, sometime. It does not have to be right now; should your memories of him be entrenched in sorrow, allow that sorrow to pass. When the time should come, I would be honored to share in the tales of his cunning and bravery.

To hear of the tales that would do his memory justice.

[Lif at least seems willing to lighten the mood himself, and his gaze seems happy, if nothing else.]