Domhnall took notice of Virgilia looking at him intently.
As for the reason...
The only reason he could assume was that she was waiting for his confirmation.
"[We'll do it,]" Domhnall confirmed.
"Why would you *just* agree like that?!" Virgilia chirped angrily, "Master Bannok is a Gold-Rank!"
Ah.
Domhnall was wrong.
How embarrassing.
But considering the difference in abilities...
"[Is that... an issue?]"
"Master Domhnall," Virgilia glared, "We cannot *hope* to serve as Master Bannok's equal."
Odd. Nothing of that nature was ever stated.
"...[I agree. But the fact remains that you and I are well-qualified to support Centurion Bannok in combat. I'm 7 fulms tall, resist bullets and, you, uh-- you have a... magical voice.]"
"First of all, thank you. You're very sweet," Virgilia huffed. "But that's not the issue!"
What *was* the issue, exactly?