You need not stand on ceremony with me, Merida. It is I who should be thanking you.

[ It's hard not to smile a little; rarely does she meet anyone with hair as red as her own. And she's come to develop something of a fondness for younger people, after having to collect and recruit so many young new subjects, in the wake of her husband's disaster. But she's so tired. She has her own problems. Dealing with the problems of others— ]

I am no stranger to war, Merida, but I am a stranger to this one. And this kingdom, and these people, and the forces they speak of. They hold similarities to ones I know, but nothing is the same, and I will take no action without understanding the ramifications of my actions, regardless of how worthy the cause. This is the perspective I need.