I imagine it's not much secret that I'm at a disadvantage now.

[ She used to be the strongest soldier among her peers, now she can't even get her sleeve sorted without Magilou's help. It's hard not to be hyper aware of the distinction, even if she's trying to push forward without pitying herself.

There's a difference between acknowledging when you need help and ... whatever else. ]

I wanted to protect Magilou from the dangers of this island, but I can no longer do so on my own.

[ In tone, she sounds remarkably matter of fact, as if she's reciting her favourite poem from memory. ]