The sound of footsteps approached close enough to be heard by Ian as well.
'Leader Ian?'
The Knight Commander's voice came from outside the tent.
It was almost simultaneous with Frenda hurriedly pulling her clothes back up and finishing tidying herself as if nothing had happened.
The Knight Commander, peeking inside the tent, spoke with a puzzled expression.
'Priestess? You were here.'
'I was... having a brief conversation.'
'You look out of breath. Did something happen?'
'...We had a bit of an argument.'
'...'
Whether it was a sight he saw often, the Knight Commander let out a small sigh.
'Differences of opinion during an expedition are unavoidable... but even so, the commanders shouldn't fight.'
'...Yes. I'll be careful.'
Though it was a clumsy excuse thought up in haste, at any rate, gathering to discuss the expedition in this situation wasn't such a strange story.
Perhaps because of that, the Knight Commander seemed to believe Frenda's words without much suspicion.
