i have no future husband.
my future husband died in battle against the sutherlands.
you cannot be real, conor. you had the last rites. no man has been cut half as bad and lived.
live? in less than a week you're prancing about the country like a squirrel.
some think not.
there's rumor in the village. some call it magic.
i don't know, conor. it's not natural. maybe something has touched you.
me father has taken back my hand.
please not be touching me, conor.
leave me alone, conor. please.
do what you must.