"It ain't just the noise. My sword..." he starts, but then stops himself.

Guts has learned to be more open and to rely on others, more than he used to, but he figures there's no point in telling her about problems like that. He always had a weapon at his side, ever since he was young. He'd have to deal with the situation some other way.

"...Well, it doesn't matter now. Guess I'm just more used to the chattering in a forest."