Not a promise that I can make. Combat is a duty that I excel at, and it will always have inherent risks.

[It wasn't a promise he would make. He was learning to pull it back, keep himself from being absolutely decimated. So in that way, he was more careful, considering he couldn't guarantee that leaving his old survivability was such a good thing.

He leaned forward, parting his beak and allowing her to half pour and half chug the potion that she had made up. It was only because it was Ana that he did so with less of a fight. If she wanted to poison him, she'd had plenty of previous opportunities.]

Tastes better than your cooking.