Olga looks at her young charge, the lines around her face softening. The battle mage, ready to take her orders and wade into the fray.

"I think, I just did," she says, her voice quiet. "You need to learn that not all battles are fought with tooth and claw. You need to learn that, sometimes..."

Her gaze falls to the backs of her hands, but it's clear, she's drifting somewhere far away.

"Sometimes, victory comes in the act of surrender."