Aera made her way back downstairs, stopping momentarily to halt a maid and ask for help with the ties of her gloves. Her gown had to be partially undone to fix them, and she hadn't wanted to ask Dara for help in front of Taris. At least she thought she didn't. 
Still angry at herself for her verbal slip in her chambers, she went over Taris' reaction in her mind. He had seemed more or less confused than shocked. Her thoughts circulated as she pondered why, and before she knew it she found herself back at the dais. 

"Where did you run off to?" Risa asked, a coy smile on her face.
Aera sat in her seat and took the glass of wine offered to her with a nod in thanks to the servant. "The dark elf needed medicine."
Risa's eyes narrowed as her smile grew. "I bet he did."
The elf shot her a dark look but ignored her. She sat back and watched the jousting matches, not flinching when the wooden staffs shattered against armor, sending splinters flying through the air over screaming horses. She tried to keep her thoughts back and watch the knights, trying to pinpoint their techniques. 

"Afternoon, my ladies." Aera turned to find her husband bent in a bow. Her lips smiled but her blood went cold; she knew she'd be in trouble. "My dear wife, may I borrow you for a moment?"
Apprehensive, Aera stood, leaving her glass to take Kentaro's hand and follow him into his tent. Once the flap of the tent was closed, his grip in her hand tightened and she winced. "His tent." Kentaro snarled. When the elf's face announced her confusion, he let her go and swung at the pitcher on the table, sending it flying across the tent. "You go to HIS tent. You are my WIFE!" he growled. Rubbing her hand, she stepped back from him, her face emotionless.
"He needed help." She told him, her voice calm. "I had medicine for him. You know we don't do well in the sun." Aera lifted her chin. "Once, you knew that and cared."
"Out." Kentaro whispered. 
"If you had any amount of love for me left you would be happy that I have someone to talk to, rather then be in a jealous drunken rage."
"OUT!" Kentaro hissed at her. She turned on her heal and left.

No longer interested in the final edges of the tournament, she went straight back to the palace and into her chambers, hoping to clear her head before she had to appear at the banquet.