“Well, that… means a lot to me. Thank you very much.” Lukas offered a slight bow of his head and chest towards the other. About the best he could offer, given how full his arms were at the moment… a struggle that would be relieved shortly thereafter.
Being held so highly like this… it were a rather foreign feeling. In spite of noble blood, others had other certain ideas of who and what qualifies as “noble”. He did not fit that bill, more often than not–whether that be due to his status as a soldier, or otherwise. Hearing praise for a change… it was nice.
“If you insist… I still have yet to gather the extra weapons; notably lances. They should all be resting in the supply closet…” Personally he hadn’t snapped many of his lances, but it were perfectly manageable. They wear down, just like any other weapon… and in the worst moment, SNAP.
“I can’t say I’ve broken many of my lances… but then again, my strategy is not someone else’s.” Small talk while they hobbled away should provide a welcomed distraction, although… Lukas had not the most satisfactory results regarding it.
shambling down the path side by side, there exists a humble likeness to the image- a manual task delegated 𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 to them both. through such affairs concerning an army’s upkeep, the ocean of difference between a king and knight certainly dried down to a measly puddle. his agreeable nod aimed in the other’s direction attests to their grasp of his full attention. “ you must bestow excellent care over your lances, then! i’m sure your lord is overjoyed at such a considerate knight. “
a pause brings marth to a standstill, but only for a few short ticks as he adjusts his grip over his parcel before continuing on his way. the strain on his unversed arms is distantly noted; just as this admirable fellow, he too must get used to it. “ my altean squires often say that a weapon broken is always one well - used. “ even preceding an explanation, a chuckle has broken free from the lord’s quiet, noble composure. “ ..it has strengthened their training, but weakened our coffers. sometimes, i hope they might take more after those like you, sir lukas. “
