Possum calmly looks at Oskar. "Not at all. Oh, careful... you're still dripping everywhere."
She dabs at his armour carefully. "you should be careful... you'll rust all over. And, no, that's not what I was saying. What I was saying is that we have fire in our bellies, and righteous indignation - something you paladins should know all about. If we confront him with the memory of our victory fresh in mind, that should give us an edge."
She smiles calmly. "Plus, if we rest now, we're simply giving him time to regroup and think his next move. I'd much rather rush him while we still have the initiative."