"It's hard Agar. Every night I worry that when I wake, my leg or arm will have been rooted to the ground, that I wont be able to move."
"Well, if you're ever rooted, I could easily cut the limb off and carry you the rest of the way."
"..."
"looks like wood, wood doesn't feel pain right?"
"I'm so glad you joined me on this journey and not some handsome, charming white knight from the citadel."