Dane had been an aspirant for only a short amount of time by now. They were strong, they were smart, and most importantly, they were determined.

Perhaps that’s why they were the first choice for squirehood.

Their shoulders squared, eyes lifting to the person in the T-60 suit before them. They swallowed back some awe. Now wasn't the time to act like a child seeing a knight for the first time; they had a job to do, and they'd be damned if they didn't do their best at it.

“Sir,” they said firmly in greeting, ever-present little smile visible at the corner of their lips. “It is an honor.”