I know you're tired of fighting. That's why I'm telling you that you can stop.

[Just as he had beneath the Tree, when he told her she could put down her burden. He didn't come into this trying to pick an argument, and the only one trying to create one is her, with all these denials and refutations. He reaches up, gently touches her shoulder.]

Come on. We can go somewhere quieter, and just... talk. [Not argue, or fight, or disagree, or make a scene that will just make a rift between them again.] How about the forest?

[There are a lot less monsters around, these days, and even less people. It's not like they'd be likely to have an audience there.]