"You should go then. Sophia is a princess, after all. They don't let to be kept waiting." Thomas said, with a small smirked, "Go on, I'll stay here and catch myself before I have to enter the melee." Thomas added, as he picked himself up and made his way over to a cot, in the corner of the room, which he promptly sat down on, Thomas wasn't as sore as he had been from some jousts, but he was definitely feeling the hit he had taken from Sir Ansell. That might of been the hardest he had been hit. He never even saw it coming, either. Maybe age was finally catching up with Thomas.