This is too weird, time to go

You squires and saintesses were all giving an awful lot in the sake of what, at times, looked like Geod getting his kicks off of weird scenarios. There was no reason you had to make a fool of yourself in front of your recruit commander, who you still respected, for the sake of his whims... or Helmid's, whichever these were. You decided that now was the time to politely excuse yourself and let Helmid enjoy the newly available long-distance relationship with her husband.

As you stepped to the flap of the tent, Helmid raised her eyebrows in surprise, wearing an unreadable smile. You thought she suddenly seemed uncharacteristically frazzled, or upset about something, as one of her bangs fell out of place over her face. "W-Wait, just a moment, squire! Will you not stay and speak to Matthieu? I was very much hoping you would!" she urged you, trying to put back on her sweet smile from a moment ago to persuade you. "I think it would be a lot of... er... fun?"

It was a shame to leave her upset after giving her such a nice gift, but the time with the recruit commander ought to do some good. You couldn't imagine how it could possibly help things to speak to him directly, nestled snugly side by side with his wife in her sleeping gown. You definitely couldn't imagine the gruff commander and fun ever going hand-in-hand.

"Wait! Squire! Don't leeeave!" Helmid cried out pathetically as you walked quickly back to your tent. You couldn't shake the feeling that you'd just dodged a bullet, but you were left to wonder what it was Helmid wanted so badly from you...