So maybe he'd overreacted a tad. York knows him, and he knows York wouldn't have gotten in his face like that if he hadn't thought it was necessary. He just knew it was still really risky until camp was fully set up. Too many people distracted while working.

"Soon, York," he says. "Soon. I need to make the rounds one last time before I'm ready to relax." He spreads his hands in a bit of a plea—give him this peace of mind, at least, York.