I couldn't stop smiling.
It was completely unprofessional, and I was sure Arthur was probably judging me for my obvious excitement, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I was sitting in Grand Marshal Meilyn Potan's private residence, having an actual conversation with her about tactical innovations and magical theory, and she was treating me like an equal rather than some starstruck admirer.
Which I absolutely was not. I was simply a professional practitioner who happened to deeply appreciate her contributions to the field.
"Your analysis of tactics against undead was groundbreaking," I found myself saying as I carefully placed the inscribed document she'd given me into my spatial storage—I would probably frame it later, though I'd never admit that to Arthur.
