That's good to hear. Anyway, THREE WEEKS LATER . . .

SURPRISE. THAT PALADIN ENDURANCE TRAINING IS NO JOKE. HER STAMINA IS INSANE.

Local Butler Drains Tiger. More at 11.

HECK YEAH WE WILL.

Looks up from her cup of tea. For a moment, there's a subtitle in the foreground. [Due to raised in the U.K, Caroline drinks her tea with milk.]

She is . . . sleeping. Tired knight.

There's the heavy SWOOSH of wind as her blade cuts through the air. Her hair is tied back, keeping it out of her face as she trains with the heavy two handed sword she joined the Knights with. It feels much heavier today.

A sneeze.

"Uwah . . . . I just dusted . . . Why did I sneeze?"

She jumps a bit! Where did he come from?! "Master! I . . . I took a bath. I couldn't be dusty . . ." Could she?!

"OH! Who could tracked in dirt?!" The thought of someone dirtying up the manor allows her to ignore the fact he just petted her head, even if her cheeks are all rosy now.

She pauses. Then she takes a moment to look her Master up and down. Behind the lenses of her glasses, she gives the smallest of squints.

She slowly reaches up . . . and brushes dirt off his broad shoulders. There's a small huff from her. "Maybe I should start greeting you at the door . . ."

". . . . Mrm . . . . Maybe . . ." Her face is tinted a deeper red, her hand moving from his shoulders to his chest. Her fingers curl slightly, holding onto him.

The red on her cheeks flares up a bit more, her gaze turned downwards. She stares at the space between them, a space that's slowly getting smaller and smaller. "I . . . Well . . . Perhaps one day . . ."

"WOOF!" Immediately covers her mouth, red faced. Immediately running away.

Oh no.

"Ohmygodyoucan'tjustcomeoutandsaysuchthings,eveniftheyarenicetohearandIwouldhappilygreetyou."