Fortune Favors The Prepared

Despite whatever awkwardness lay between them, Caelia was glad to spend time with Artur. The fact that he was growing increasing detached from her and from the rest of Valhalla was painfully obvious to her, but she wasn't quite sure how to bring it up.. or whether she wanted to bring it up at all. Spending time with him was important enough to her that she didn't feel like ruining it with a conversation that she wasn't sure about to begin with. Instead, she was content too to engage in small talk, talking to him about how her training had been going, and the fights she'd won on her own trips to the Battlefield.

She was more than happy to be his witness, and an easy smile broke out over her features as a call rang out, seeking a partner. "As ready as ever," she answered him smoothly, following him toward the call. "Good luck." Not that he needed it, but she offered it quietly nonetheless as the two of them drew closer. Keeping a respectful distance, she watched the interaction. It struck her suddenly that she'd never really seen Artur hold a conversation with a stranger, and she was quiet as she observed. She had no doubt he would win, though she was eager to watch the fight unfold.