Once your wounds heal, let's sortie together, okay?

I'll be counting on you then, okay?

I'll fill in for that bad luck of yours.

Don't be shy. We're comrades who help each other out after all.

If you're okay with me, I'll teach you whatever you need.

It won't do if you're not accustomed to the naval base when we get back and all. Guess that means I'll have lots to teach you, huh?

Hn?

... Is it okay if I call you Master?

Um... The way you're calling me somehow makes me embarrassed.