"I would have killed him, you know," he whispered to her in the Godswood, taking her hand and kissing it. "I wish I could have been here for you."
So much had happened while they had been apart.
"Yes," she said. "I imagined you would've, many times."
"I thought often that I should have gone with you when you left King's Landing that night." she told him. "I made the wrong choice."
"It was not your fault." he assured her. "And we are here, now."
"Noone will hurt you, ever again." he promised. "Not as long as I am living."