[Quiet Man Cometh]

Mistral looked woman over, stoic now that it seemed she had an audience.

“Independence is good, but there is help to be found here, so let’s make use of it, even if it feels a little strange.”

From her injuries, Mistral was now reasonably certain this woman was the knight she faced before.

“You are Dame Amelie, yes? I’m sorry your injuries were so severe. If it pleases you to know, the foreigner has been left with his back in the dirt. God let me prove him for a fool, and that’s just what he is. You can teach him of honour, and let him do the cooking.” She smiled, hoping her words in some way heartened the other woman.