Trying to figure out where she fit into the Armada was going to be a long and daunting process. Until then, she had been asked to escort Princess Kyanite on a patrol of sorts. However, she was content to allow the younger girl to take the lead- disability or not, and help her along if she expressly asked for the assistance. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, except for Kite doing her due diligence to ensure that her company was not welcome or appreciated. The girl asked a question that she was pretty sure didn't require an answer. It seemed to be more of an insult than anything else from what she could tell.
As she struggled to come up with a response, the only thing to come to mind was an attempt at reassurance. "H-Having someone to hold your hand isn't so bad." She offered, timidly. She wasn't left with much instruction on how to help care for the pups. She certainly felt like a failure, but it didn't stop her from making an attempt.
