If she had any idea, if any of these knights had any idea, of what it was to be doing her job the situation in the world might be different. On the flipside, it might've been exactly the same. There was no telling what the world would do with reality when it had to come face to face with it, but that was an event for a future day.

Joanna's reaction may be based in logic or perhaps it's based in fear, but perhaps it's just a humble response. There were too many possibilities, but one thing was certain: Joanna'd assumed the Wizard was being honest about saving her for the twelfth.

"Is that so." She doesn't give much of a tell for her thoughts.

"Thanks." The smirk's back as she looks over the top of her mug. "Polite knight."