Cursing herself for her temporary weakness the roadie dropped to one knee and bowed her head. "I don't doubt you." His words were reassuring.
She looked up and watched his slow recovery, wishing again that she hadn't pushed him so hard but glad at the same time because it was good for him. It was strange, having to obey one order that caused him discomfort- the sword training, and disobey another that would have made him happier in the short term- the cigarette. Again, she wasn't used to doing the thinking.
Her mouth turned upwards at the praise. "Thank you, master. I don't care about survival. I just want to see you all together again, and happy."