Krysanthia was glad Tinnun had agreed to let her pay for the ruined food, for some reason the thought of being forgiven the debt made her uncomfortable. Likely that was her uncles' influence. Though the man had been unpleasant enough to simply leave when she was old enough one of his few virtues was that he [i]always[/i] honored a debt though he loathed owing anyone anything. She felt this was a good value to hold herself to now that she thought about it.

As Tinnun approached her, offering a wing in greeting, Krysanthia realized at last she was still kneeling in dirt. She pulled herself up to stand to nearly her full height having to favor her leg and lean down slightly to take Tinnun's wing in both of of hers. To say Krysanthia was tall for a Rito woman would be understating the facts; she was tall compared to most men. Yet somehow she did not come across as intimitating despite her borderline ridiculous height. To a perceptive person it would be easy to see how she held herself and how, even though she had to look down at most people, her gaze was just off from direct eye contact, all very insecure and submissive tells.

[b]"It's very nice to meet you, master chef Chordata. I just wish the event could have been.. gentler." [/b]She said shaking Tinnun's wing gently but with a firm grip before letting go and putting her wings behind her back. She also took a step back not wanting the other Rito to feel crowded, considering the actual crowd was already quite thick here. [b]"If I knew where you were staying I could bring you the rupees later when things will be calmer. Just as well we don't go there now, I suppose, I'm a little to hun- I mean tired! Too tired to fly back immediately,"[/b] she stumbled over her words almost letting slip how she had flown too much and eaten too little today. As kind and forgiving as Tinnun was Krysanthia could not imagine asking for anything to eat would look very good until she had her rupees in hand. So she tried to ignore the protests of her stomach and the tantalizing smell of the chefs wares. [b]"Besides, maybe I should stay here for now, in case something happens and the healers need an extra hand."[/b] she continued, changing the subject. She could see over the heads of the spectators to where the armored Goron victor stood triumphantly, knives still protruding between the plates of his armor. He looked as if he did not even feel them, and considering Goron physiology, maybe he didn't. She could not see his former opponent or the medic but the crowd did not seem disturbed so she hoped that meant the other man was going to be fine.

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