"It was wonderful!" Gareth felt like an eager child again, but his happy expression turned down into a worried one when he saw the blood on Thomas's face. "Here, um, please, sit down." He dampened a rag in a bucket of water on the floor, presumably left for participants to clean their wounds, and using it for its intended purpose, he wiped it across the wound, hoping the blood wouldn't continue flowing. A smile reached his lips again. "Much better." He seemed glad, and a sweet tone took its place in his words to match. "Oh, my, you made it into the finals. I do hope you hold out victory over this tournament."