“Sorry! I’m sorry Ells…” Pita said, looking upset as lowered her to the ground.
Concerned healers came running onto the pitch, and Elise shooed them away, looking embarrassed. Yes, she had screamed, but after looking at her cut she saw that there was no blood, only a red line where the sword had struck her. She’d screamed out of panic, despite knowing that Pita would never have hurt her, and the dueling sigil would have prevented it even if he’d tried.
“I’m fine, I’m fine...” Elise grumbled as the healers insisted on tending to both of her burn marks before letting her go.
Pita tugged her up to her feet, and she pulled him in for a hug. The crowd, whose cheering had died off a little as the clerics came running onto the pitch, began clapping at this.
“You better win,” Elise whispered i
