Maxi studied Ulyseon's face with concern. More than his wounds, it was the sting of defeat that appeared to trouble him. Carrying his helmet at his side, Ulyseon glared at the victor before storming out of the arena.
"Will you excuse me for a moment, my lady?" Garrow asked as he watched his friend leave.
Maxi nodded eagerly. "Are you going to Ulyseon? Let me go with you."
"No, my lady," Garrow said quickly. "You should stay. It will be Sir Riftan's match soon."
Maxi was already rising from her seat when she awkwardly froze at his firm refusal.
Gabel placed a hand on her shoulder. "Please think of the lad's pride, my lady. Rovar would be embarrassed to see you in his current state."
"What is there to be embarrassed about? Did he not fight bravely against Livadon's champion?" Maxi protested, but she settled back into her seat nonetheless.