“Careful, Podrick!” I scold Podrick for what must be the fifth time this evening, as he clambers back to our camp carrying firewood and very nearly knocks you over. While I don’t wish to make assumptions of any woman, you are particularly small, and I don’t want any harm to come to you. Least of all in the form of a clumsy accident that could have been avoided. You smile at me appreciatively, and I nod, quickly avoiding my gaze, trying to prevent my cheeks from flushing. Gods be good…