Of course, the Commander wouldn't allow her to help clean up the camp, and each time she tried to get up and help, he shot her a look petrifying enough that she stayed put, sitting on the ground while all the evidence of their stay was gone, and all that was left were the remnants of a fire.
She felt a bit spoiled, but the aching in her ankle and shoulder reminded her that there was a purpose to his actions, and she was going to have to be obedient.
When everything was put away, Henry outstretched his hand towards the woman he stood over, and she seemed displeased but still allowed him to help her up.
"You're being stubborn, but don't worry. Once we get to the bottom of the mountain, we will be shut away for the winter, and the mages will fix you up so you aren't forced to rely on others," he assured her.
Irene's expression softened, hoping he wasn't thinking of her as rude.
"It isn't that I'm ungrateful—" she began.
