“Because I know so many knights to compare to,” she retorted. “What do you wish me to say? I have apologised, I have thanked you, shall I grovel in abject gratitude for you?” Drawing a deep breath, she pushed herself to her feet. “It’s best to make the break clean. Going back now would only make things worse. May I have my things, my lord?”
“Of course you may,” he stated simply and passed over her belongings, her words causing him to wander through his thoughts. Pulling away to sit down on a nearby tree stump, he took a deep breath and sighed, watching the sky slowly darken above him. “You won’t object to me lighting a fire to cook our evening meal, would you?”
She blinked up at him from over the heap of tinder she’d already collected. “If my lord would deign to emerge from his no-doubt grave thoughts he would observe that I am already building a fire. Perhaps, if it’s not too much trouble, my lord could obtain a few larger branches to build up the fire with?”