"Dame…" Alix greeted, slightly uncertainly, but his voice, as usual, held a bit of a tone that gave way to his noble upbringing.
To Irene's horror, the knight attempted to stand up as he placed the bowl on the low table before him and used his strength to push himself upward.
"Oh!" Irene exclaimed, rushing forward. "Please don't stand on behalf of me. I simply wanted to see that you're alright."
He settled even if he did so hesitantly. There was something begrudging about his actions. She could tell he was a knight through and through by the way he wanted to behave as he normally did. She experienced this already through her father, but, unlike her father, Alix would make a full recovery.
"If you insist," he stated. "What can I do for you?"
