"...okay," Tessa repeats, a little more softly. She feels bad for behaving so immaturely just a few minutes before, though in hindsight, she supposes she was just... angry, and confused, as to what this change meant. She'd gotten so used to things, mourned her losses, and had been able to get over the constant feeling of emptiness. "I've gotta say, I had some wonderful mentors. It shouldn't be a surprise I've done so well," she half-smiles, trying to alleviate some of the tension that lingers.