What choice does she have?

Hilda lets out an exasperated sigh. "Fine."

I can always come back here tomorrow after I've re-equipped and take back my belongings then.

She removes her breastplate and the rest of her remaining armor and gives it to the troll, piece by piece. Hilda can barely restrain her anger, just as the troll can barely restrain her joy at ripping the knight off.

Hilda removes the last piece and stands before the troll barefoot in the very extravagant padded silk shirt and pants she wears under her armor, trying her best to stay calm.

"Now give me my sword back," she says between gritted teeth.

"Sure, sure," the troll says in a condescending tone. She slowly lowers the sword, but just before Hilda can take it, she pulls it away and whips it is hard as she can across the bridge and over the hill beyond. "Go get it!"

Hilda looks at her incredulously, trying her hardest to fight back tears of anger and frustration.

"What? Do you think I'm stupid? If I just handed it to you, what would stop you from trying to hurt me with it?"

She's got a point.

"I suggest you get going if you want it back. It's starting to get dark, and you probably don't want to be wandering around in the woods for it at night. That place is mad spooky, probably haunted too."

The now significantly less protected knight rushes off in the direction she saw it fly, thinking about how she's going to dismember that troll when she gets it back.

Hilda is so absorbed in her **** fantasy she doesn't hear hear the troll smugly thank her for her business.