She stares at him, and the air grows frigid. Clearly, she doesn't think he's funny.

It's some time before she speaks. She's busy glaring the shit out of him. After a while, she speaks thickly.

"Fenedhis lasa, you bastard," she says quietly. "You irresponsible, selfish twit. Dirthara-ma, you coward. Deserter."

As coldly furious as she is, there are tears forming slowly in her eyes. He is one of the few people to have ever seen her cry before.

"We thought you were dead this time," she says evenly. "That's what you missed."