Good Enough

"There we go... You're doing good."

She smiled a tilted smile at my words, as I helped her up. And we slowly started from the quarters towards the dining hall.

"You're also doing great, my attendant," she replied my words, not without playful tone.

These words made me flustered. I started to think perhaps I should have told her "great" as well... But—perhaps she read my face—before I could say it, she spoke again,

" 'Good' is good enough for me."

"... Are you... Sure?"

"Mhm."

"But why?"

"Hmm... I don't know."

The words dropped and for a while, we kept quiet. I thought we were done with the topic, but just before we reached the dining hall, I heard her spoke again,

" 'Great' scares me a little."

That was how I found out—how I knew, that despite the confident and proud air she held up, she was still feeling smalThere we go... You're doing good."

She smiled a tilted smile at my words, as I helped her up. And we slowly started from the quarters towards the dining hall.

"You're also doing great, my attendant," she replied my words, not without playful tone.

These words made me flustered. I started to think perhaps I should have told her "great" as well... But—perhaps she read my face—before I could say it, she spoke again,

" 'Good' is good enough for me."

"... Are you... Sure?"

"Mhm."

"But why?"

"Hmm... I don't know."

The words dropped and for a while, we kept quiet. I thought we were done with the topic, but just before we reached the dining hall, I heard her spoke again,

" 'Great' scares me a little."

That was how I found out—how I knew, that despite the confident and proud air she held up, she was still feeling small