The more irritated Irene was with her Commander, the more he seemed to gain amusement out of it, so she tried not to snap as he set her down on the grass. She needed to be polite because he was still offering himself as her human crutch.
"Don't get used to it," she uttered. "Why is it that you're the only one around when I'm presenting myself so unfavorably?"
"You're worried about being the perfect knight, but there is no perfect knight," he insisted. "We are all incredibly flawed, but most importantly, we have dedicated our imperfect selves to the duchy."
"I suppose you're right," she relented, stiffly.
But it was good enough for the Commander who led them further north on the flat area they had wound up on top of. It was much easier to guide Irene through while the ground was even.
She would still rather not have to be led around at all, but there was no other choice.
