Narsi's sneering face took shallow, wheezing breaths in and out between gritted teeth. Every trace of movement Julan made against her injured arm made her wince. A few last vain attempts at escaping his grasp did not make her any less angry, but it was clear the fight was over. "Fff...Fuckin' asshole..." she hissed out. Her eyes scrunched shut. "You win...but this don't mean...I'm a coward...hear me?" She winced hard again when she tried to move her arm, silencing her breathing for a moment. Rhazii spoke up from the side. "You made your point, Julan. I don't think she'll be changing that attitude no matter how black and blue she gets, but it'll be a lesson for taking that cheap swing at you." [hr] "You saw how they were looking at us, they [i]knew[/i] there was something more," Fendros responded immediately with a similar tone. "They're worried," he gestured to one side with a flat hand, "they'll not forget, and I can't keep lying to their faces like that! Let alone-" He stopped for just a moment to purse his lips and abruptly turn his head up to the rafters. He was hesitating to continue his thought. The moment left a void for Ahnasha to retort if she was not speaking over him already.