nothing of the celebrations had his attention like the tournament . the lit lanterns seemed like an omen of bad will with his brother's sudden reappearance at court , and the structure that the melee gave helped to settle rhys' thoughts . it was easy to parry and dodge blows and if one punch was too strong he could blame it on momentum rather than the restlessness of stefan's good health . he sat to wrap his hands for the next round and cocked his head when another entered the combat tent . he was unsure of if they were in search of him or not , but it didn't stop his motion as he waited for them to either speak or go about their business . " will you be joining ? " he asked when it seemed like they were waiting for him to invite them to conversation .
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Had she made a right when she should have made a left? Probably, but now she had to find a way to talk herself out of this fairly awkward situation. "Well, uh," she said before a breathless laugh followed, "you see I meant to go to the infirmary to bring bandages but I think I may have ended up in the wrong section," she said with a weak smile, a shade of pink gracing her cheeks
