[ She's beat. Tired, and bloodied, but she's doing okay. And right now she has a hint of humor to offer him. She chuckles and there's a slight smile on her face; she is very amused at something. ]

And here I was thinking I was the supreme ruler of motivational speeches.

[ But she gets serious again quickly, partly because she knows it's necessary and partly because grumpy Arthur is no fun to deal with. ]

I've killed a bunch of giants. Lost count, actually, at like... Twelve. Once you chop heads off that many times, keeping track just seems wacky. I -- don't really know about anyone else.