“I hate being — ” she hesitated for a word, ” — helpless. I don’t know what’s expected of me. What you want of me.” She smoothed the bedcovers with one hand. “Anyway serfs don’t get soft beds.”
“I don’t view you as helpless…in fact, if it wasn’t for my rigorous training, I’d bet that you’d come off better than me in a fight,” Isaac pointed out with an encouraging smile, before stepping back as his smile fell away. “How many times do I —” He broke off with an agitated sigh and closed his eyes. “You’re a person too, Summer, alright? I just wish that you could see that. I don’t view you as inferior than I in any way.”
Summer’s spine went very straight. “Do you even listen to yourself? How foolish is it to say, ‘you would be better than I except for my training’ — which I could not get! My life has been very different from yours, and you cannot simply push that away with your strange views!” She scrambled out of the bed, floundering a little in the deep fabrics.