How did this keep happening? She felt so deceptively frail around him. So useless, and it made her beat a fist very weakly against his chest, knowing it probably didn't hurt him at all, but still, she should protest. "Your grace I can walk." She doesn't believe it either. But even in her mind at least, she had to do something to ease her pride.

But gave up instantly to actually having someone hold her. Even if logically he probably didn't even want to, he was just doing because he was a kind thing to do. Men were so stupidly chivalrous sometimes. She rested her head against him. Being moved so much made her head spin and she grunted softly from it. Good god, nothing made sense right now. Perhaps he was right, in which case... "... You are like a lot of men I know, but then nothing at all. It's most strange and I have no idea what to make of you at all. You confuse me." They were her thoughts mostly, at present, whether he wanted to know them or not.