Oh. Why? Dimitri paused mid-stride to look down at her with a look of confusion, brows furrowed. Clearly she must have needed more assurance than she let on, and that assurance came in the form of holding his hand.

No reason to deny her, even if he was very much embarrassed by it.

"Lances, but I've been trained in many martial weapons. I am not picky." Damned if he wouldn't give anything for Areadbhar in his hand right now though. And his crest — why was he so weak? Some manner of curse? "You fight without any manner of armor?"