"Sleep, woman," Oliver said. "Training can wait."
"Will you be sleeping, Ser?" Blackthorn asked.
"Soon enough."
"Then I shall sleep when I think you are. Until then, I shall endeavour to be more useful. This battlefield favours Nila Felder's bow, but I shall not lose to her. The nobility have their own pride, Ser Patrick. I will have you acknowledge our worth."
Chapter 36 – Building Back
Oliver sighed at his table when Blackthorn left. He still didn't understand that woman, even if she was claiming to understand him. It was all a little too unsettling for his liking, but the fact that her mood seemed to have cleared was at least a positive. There was a focus in her eyes that was like the herald before the storm of progress. Despite her own self-doubts, Oliver knew for a fact how brilliant Blackthorn was.
