Europa watched the knight retreat, holding her ground until he'd vanished into the night. She wouldn't cede her position until she was certain she'd won this argument, for whatever it was worth. It had been a trial, maintaining her composure for so long, but Europa felt accomplished.
As she turned, finally, to leave, she felt confident that Sessrumnir would be convinced in time. In the meanwhile, she had a team that at least felt confident enough to identify itself as a team, and that was a good start. Everything else would come together if she kept all her ducks in a line.
It was strange, but as she zipped off into the night, Europa felt oddly confident. Despite having been put through the ringer by the page's questions, she felt good about her answers. Mature, accomplished, competent - maybe she was giving herself too many complimentary adjectives. She resolved to back it down a notch.
"Nice work, capt-" she breathed, and stopped herself. That was definitely getting ahead of herself.
