human
Jorah:  "Though it’s been all too brief, the time I’ve spent with you has been perhaps the happiest in my life.”
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla did not respond immediately.
human
Jorah:  "I am a cowardly man. To this point, I have used up the good fortune I was born with. Carefully, taking it a bit at a time, as if with a teaspoon. However…" Having gotten that far, Jorah became lost for words. Not because he hadn’t thought this far ahead or because his confidence had once again deserted him. Nothing so negative as that. No, the reason was quite simple.
gpt
Priscilla:  Priscilla was looking not at the book, but at him. Her crimson eyes, as beautiful as rubies, were fixed upon Jorah. Without a word, they urged him to continue, and he swallowed heavily. As ridiculous as it might sound, that was the first time he sensed—truly knew—that the girl before him, Priscilla, had given him words to say. A part to play as a main character in her life despite being a small man, a trivial man. Thus, he was proud of himself for feeling no quiver in his heart. Not even when the shout came from outside his door.
human
Guard:  "Count Jorah Pendleton! You’re under arrest on charges of treason!"