Arya: I had my theories, elf, dwarf, urgal, but you have a silvery mark on your hand, pointed ears, and hang out with a dragon. I know what you are now.
Eragon: Say it, Arya. Say it.
Arya: Dragon Rider.
Eragon: Are you afraid?
Arya: No.
Eragon: How old are you?
Arya: Over 100.
Eragon: How long have you been over 100?
Arya: A while.
Arya: I'm leaving.
Eragon: Then I'll come with you.
Arya: No.
Eragon: Please!
Arya:I don't want you to come.
Eragon: But, I love you!
Arya: I'm not good for you Eragon. I'm dangerous.