He just shakes his head at her, smiling. She can grouse all she wants, but he knows she likes it. Deep down. She's cute even in a potato sack. He finishes scrubbing his feet and sets about getting his boots on, buckling them tight. He doesn't think he's worn these boots in years, maybe, as they're worn in in a way his feet don't initially remember, but they're sturdy for climbing the outer walls of the castle and that's what matters.

"Depends on what you mean by mistake," he murmurs, doing up the last buckle. "If you don't feel comfortable climbing, then don't. I'll go and slip into some rooms and unlock the doors for you."