"I need you to trust me on this, alright? I'll come back alive and well, I promise, I always do..." ‎ He murmured with a tone so gentle, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead whilst he tuck a strand of locks behind your ear. ‎ Leaving you was tormenting enough, but the thought of you disappearing was something he could never fathom, for he was uncertain of your own fate.

Bearing in mind that you weren't a character from the novel, hence his anxiety creeps within him far too often.