Of course I'm sure. [She stands there, shoulders stiff as if preparing for battle. It comes at the cost of not being hyper-aware of his fingers under the straps of her armour, of his breath near the nape of her neck, now laid bare for him. To him - not for him. It's not the time.

One day, she'll let it be the time, god willing.] Who else knows my maneuvres as well? Who else does Lady tolerate, if not her former rider? I would have no-one else by my side tonight, and you know it.