[Gilgamesh just sighs, as if he expected as much.]

You are the most high maintenance Master I've handled to date. Sometimes I wonder how we got along for a few minutes, let alone an entire war.

[He doesn't say it be critical, not really. He's just frustrated that once again she's failing to recognize her own limits in the service of someone else. High maintenance, and a bothersome creature all around. To think he invested all his faith in her... what was it that he saw?

But Dinoriel bears no such judgment and comes rushing over when he's in range. Gilgamesh has to halt him by the beak, though he muscles past anyway to greet her.]

Be gentle, Dinoriel. She's a bit winded.