Sitting there with her hand in his, returning her gaze, Page thought about Tyler's position. The Air Force was her life, and it was being taken away. He knew he could never really have expected her to stay in Bretonia; it wouldn't be the same Mel that he knew from the front lines, not even this more human side of her.
So go she would, and Page would be unlikely to see her in a uniform (OS&C or otherwise) for quite some time - either until Congress changed their mind, she was reassigned to the Leeds front again, or the war with Rheinland ended and the full Navy came across to fend off the Gallic assault.
"The Air Force's pilots are in your good hands then Mel, you'll see them through the worst of it. Hopefully Navy Command has some sort of offer to give them.
"Once you do get back, stay safe. You might not have the Gauls on top of you through there, but Liberty's still far from peaceful. The Outcasts aren't so willing to look aside without another target in front of them...
"If you do find yourself in Bretonia again - whether that's at the helm of any ship you manage to somewhat replace the Ravenswood with, or... on your own business - let me know. Otherwise, please keep in touch."
Getting up off his seat, he helped Tyler to her feet before ending on:
"Everyone needs to know someone they can get cocktails with."
