[She can believe he's trained to fight, but that he's been in situations that were the same level of danger as that colossus out there--that's a little harder to swallow. But who is she to disbelieve that right now?]

I'm not sure I can imagine anything as dangerous as that thing... but I do believe your scars. [They're living proof that he's been through battle before. She checks under the kitchen sink and finds a few pairs of spare rubber gloves--those will help, too.] I think we have about as much as we can carry by hand for now--let's get these to the tavern. There might be people there who need help already.