She flushed at his justified reprimand, and uncurled her hands. “You are correct, my lord. I apologise. I am grateful, truly. I did say your motives were purer,” she couldn’t help adding.
“But you still compared me to him…that is the worst of all insults, at least that I can think of,” Sir Isaac stated softly and then turned to ruffle Buttons’ mane, a deep frown twisting his features. “If you truly want to return home, then we can rest here and set off in the morning,” he added on then, before rummaging through the saddlebag.
“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?”