“I was worried you wouldn’t be suited to it, that you would be a burden on the battlefield. Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps you will be able to withstand your fear,” he says. The calm assuredness in his eyes nettles me, but I know better than to show it. Instead, I smile sweetly at him. “You know, I’m relieved too.” “Why is that?” “I was afraid you were too pretty to get your hands dirty.” His eyes widen with surprise, and for a moment, the side of his lips quirk. “Well, we’re both full of surprises, aren’t we?” he says as he walks away.
