#(ty for checking on the salty girl python c:)

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"Hard knock life for the Deer out there, eh?" Python sidles up to Faye with a casual stride, hobbled only slightly by his still-aching knees. Truth be told, there's some relief in being able to relax so early—if only he didn't have to get so banged up to earn it. Seems he didn't get the worst of it, though. The girl's injuries are pretty visibly severe as far as mock combat goes. He sucks in a breath through his teeth. "Yeesh. Does the crowd here just hate Valentians? Archers? Commoners? Or do we gotta be all three to get our teeth kicked in so quickly?" It's more of an acknowledgment of their shared background than a true question. He dismisses his own line of questions with a low chuckle and a shake of the head. "Nah, bow hunting's just a dangerous game. You bag any Lions or Eagles before they clawed you up?"

Her wound has been cared for enough that Faye is able to at least hobble out of her tent and sit down outside. She doesn't linger too far from the tent that treated her, though. According to the rules, she was "out" of the competition, and there's no need to check in on something she totally failed in. Sitting on the grass of Gronder Field does put her mind somewhat at ease...despite the echoes of the ongoing battle in the distance.

To her surprise, one person ends up approaching Faye - not that the medical tents are lacking company, but she does not expect one would want to approach such a mopey girl. The voice that calls to her is enough of an explanation of who would come to her now though, as she sees Python standing aside her once she looks up.

Oh right. Alm did mention Python being a Golden Deer instructor...

Python's body appears to be worse for wear as well, even if her injuries seemed more severe. Based on his joking tone, she assumes he was out there in his own skirmish. Not the first thing Faye imagines Python doing at this academy...but knowing she wasn't entirely alone out there is somewhat comforting.

"Oh, hey- unf," Faye's speech is interrupted by the sudden sting from attempting to rise up so quickly. She insteads remains on the floor, seated a bit higher at a reasonable-enough height for conversation. "Hey Python! Yeah, I'm still getting used to this...bow-thing. Got some good shots in at least."

She does not address his rhetorical question, but a faint smile on Faye's lips is enough of an "answer." It is true that the two of them share a common background - although they never really connected with that back when they were comrades. There were bigger fish to fry at the time.

"We were against the Lions...the Lions are the blue ones, right? Anyway, I landed all my shots on this one red-haired guy, he was on the ropes and all that! But then...he managed to get away, and some black-haired lady got the best of me. She was really quick with a sword."

Not that her combat sputterings made Faye an easy target, but Python didn't need to know that much.