I'm sure you get a lot of salty critiques over the mere thought of a lady being in a position of power over a guy in your stories.  But my own sticking point is probably of an even more petty nature.

The elf asking probably one of the stupidest questions in the world, taking me out of the moment.  I mean, I know it's a stock writing point to consider so much as looking at a forest funny an "Invasion", so as silly as that often gets it's easy to roll with.

But what really stood out was demanding to know why he was running from flesh eating zombies.  Anything she does to this guy no matter how good or bad, is going to be undermined for me by the fact she's too naive to grasp the concept of "Already half dead Human ran from the zombies." as a reasonable course of action.

It's in the long run a small thing though, as the story overall is quite nice and I'm glad I read it.  I wish I knew why for a genre based on unreasonable demands where I can easily accept being threatened for having the nerve to cry, that "How dare you flee from zombies" is apparently my step too far.