After Rowan saves Aelin from Maeve (because he fucking will fight me) and they’re all getting ready for the great battle. Aelin is suiting up for the front lines and Rowan has given up on even trying to get her to stay safe.
So instead he’s running around like the concerned smol hawk he is.
“Fireheart, secure your armor”
“I already did that”
“Are you sure? Let me see”
“I’m fine, you Fae bastard”
“Do you have your sword? Where’s your sword?”
“I won’t even need it”
“You must have it”
“Have you been spiraling into your power? Is it too much? Do you need more?”