Without a word, Fendros brought his hand up behind Ahnasha's head and ran a hand over one of her ears on their way out. He had been wearing a strong face since the battle ended. Inside was someone in need of just as much comfort as Ahnasha.

Janius nodded to Kaleeth. "Of course." He smiled and squeezed her shoulder before looking to Julan. "What about you, boy? How are you holding up? Feel like getting something to eat with me?"

At Meesei's answer, Sabine's lips broadened into a smile and she nodded. "I would love to. I will go and visit Karl to let him know I am okay while you find Saras."

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While there were few words between Ahnasha and Fendros, they eventually separated to the point of hand-holding for the sake of convenience. Several sets of eyes amongst the clan regarded Ahnasha's fresh bandages with worry, though they were not accosted.

The sounds of clacking wasters predictably came from a square where many militia drills were held. When Ahnasha and Fendros rounded the corner, they saw a little more than they bargained for. A small group of warriors stood around the singular source of the wooden melee, all watching whatever was going on. Only Ri'vashi's head was clear from over the top of the crowd as she towered over them. An angered shout recognisable as Rhazii's voice precluded another exchange that lasted only two hits before Rhazii grunted in pain and sounded like he stumbled to the ground.

"Azura, how long has he been at it?" Fendros commented. He picked up his pace to a brisk walk. The crowd looked over their shoulders and parted to let him and Ahnasha through. Where normally they would be goading and encouraging, they were all quiet, dubious, and unsure what to do.

They saw Rhazii on one knee, completely out of breath, and trying to push himself up from the ground by the point of his wooden sword. Innumerable scrapes and bruises peeked out from his fur wherever he was not clothed. Ri'vashi, in contrast, was unharmed and holding a stiff guard with her wooden sword raised.