Can you call a man?""If I choose to," she said, surprised. "I have never done...

Can you call a man?"
"If I choose to," she said, surprised. "I have never done it."
"Then if you ever have anything to fear from any man who comes here, will you call me? I will come. Whatever I am doing will remain undone, and I will come to you. Will you?"
"But why? You know I will do nothing for you. Why would you ride all the way from Sirle to help me?"
He looked at her silently. Then he shrugged, the snow melting in his fiery hair. "I do not know. Because. Will you?"
"If I need you, I will call."
He loosed her hand, smiling. "And I will come."
"But I probably will not. Anyway, if I want you, I can call you, and you will come without choice."
He sighed. He said patiently, "I choose to come. It makes a difference."
"Does it?" Then her eyes curved slightly in a smile. "Go home to your world of the living, Coren. That is where you belong. I can take care of myself."
"Perhaps." He gathered the reins in his hands, turned his mount toward the road that wound downward to Mondor. Then he looked back at her, his eyes the color of clear mountain water. "But one day you will find out how good it is to have someone who chooses to come when you call.