"Possibly." He paces slowly, one hand resting against his lower back, the other still swinging freely with his steps. "I was twenty-one when I came to Kirkwall and became Knight-Captain." It was a hard time, an upstart Fereldan boy being given authority over men and women sometimes decades his senior, Marchers who resented the Void out of it and him and went out of their way to make him miserable.

Still, he had earned their respect over time, those who weren't hateful zealots. He wonders if he's comparing Janica to himself subconsciously and placing more trust than is warranted. Or more pressure. What if she folds?

Wilken's temper is enough of a concern he's hesitant. "Is that what your gut tells you? That he's truly the better choice? Or is it just concern over her age? She has proven herself solid in the time I've known her." He's not willing to override him without hearing him out fully.