[Amon wanted to remain standing, but his feet were unsteady. As he turned to face her, he was forced to kneel down, his chest heaving as he breathed in and out.]

I'd rather not talk about it, if I don't have to. In fact, I'd appreciate it if you never mentioned it again. It's not something I'm fond of people knowing about.

[Still, better she saw that than anything else. At least what he did would seem inexplicable.]

I'm more impressed with your weapons. I've never seen anything like them.