"You're quite a bit shorter than I realized," the Commander observed as he looked at the young woman.
At that, Irene instantly shot him a disapproving look, and she regretted it rather quickly, feeling that she was getting too comfortable with someone who was meant to be her superior.
"Not the first time I've heard that," she stated as she sat back down, deciding to take weight off of her aching foot.
After attacking the dire wolf, it had been hurting a bit worse, but it was necessary to ensure the Commander wasn't hurt.
"The others give you trouble for your height?" he wondered.
"Not as much since I was an apprentice," she admitted. "But that was because the others continued to keep growing while I seemed to stop early in comparison. I was perhaps sixteen. Men seem to grow forever."
"Then shouldn't they be understanding?" he wondered. "It's just the difference between women and men."
