Jezin heard a familiar voice call out to him as he left the field. "Thomas!" He shouted, raising his shield arm to wave. He approached the knight, placing his shield on his back as he went. He stopped a few feet from the knight. His breathing was still shallow and his heartbeat rapid from the fight. "I'm going to guess you saw most of that then?" He hadn't noticed Thomas watching during the brawl, but he had been to busy following his opponent's movements to recognize much else. "I apologize, I only got to see the last bit of the joust. Nice work, though." Jezin leaned against his spear. He could feel the cut Jon had left on his leg. It wasn't serious, but it was a reminder he'd have to watch himself in future fights, especially if he was to fight Thomas.

 Sophia nodded silently, listening to Gareth's words. He seemed to be unsure of just what the situation was. She couldn't really blame him. If she had learned one thing during her time in the court, it was that people were complicated. They had many layers to them. They second-guessed themselves, they had trouble understanding their own feelings. Gareth had only known Thomas for about a day now, and it was likely he was very unsure of a great many things. She turned to the young man with a smile. "Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn't. But fate has a way of working itself out. Don't let such things worry you too much. For now, enjoy yourself, this is a celebration after all." She smiled brightly as she took her seat. Part of her wanted to rush to Jezin to congratulate him, but she imagined the soldier would need some time to rest before his next match.