Sugar. Hmm. Well, it's not like she can insist on her title. That's gone up in smoke along with her dignity. Maketh gives him a cool look, one eyebrow raised. "I'm not useless."

Dead weight gets dropped, and she's not ready to lie down and take that just yet.

Maketh lifts her chin. "Let's go."

It said in a particular kind of tone, the voice of someone used to giving orders and having them followed.