What Kendra found in Fiona's expression was mostly [i]exhaustion[/i] and [i]relief[/i]. The hardest week of training she'd ever put herself through had been followed by a long and absolutely brutal match, pushing her further than she previously thought she could go, physically. For all that toil and struggle to result in a win made it all worth it. She didn't want to get up off the examination table, but she did grab Kendra's arm and pull her in for a hug. She was too tired to jump for joy and celebrate, but that didn't mean she wasn't over the moon with happiness.

"I think I could've kicked out after the falcon arrow," she said, pulling back and taking a long, satisfying drink of water. "I [i]think.[/i]" She frowned, noticing a tear in her sleeve. [i]Guess this gear was a one-time use. Better it than me.[/i]

Kendra's support meant the world to her. The last time her friend had been able to get in the ring and have a match was over a month ago now. Meanwhile Fiona was now scheduled for her third match of the month, and she'd no doubt be soaring in popularity after tonight. Three women were left in contention for the belt, and she was one of them. She had to imagine it was frustrating to be kept on the sidelines, not given a chance to show how much she'd improved.

"Thanks for everything," she said, genuine. "I couldn't have done this without you. Now I [i]never[/i] have to hear about how much tougher Tanya is again. [i]Ugh,[/i] that feels good."