His cloak vanishes and he is carried to the nearest medical room by a group of guards as the cheering dies down.

Elaine hurriedly follows along behind the guards carrying her wounded companion.

After a brief examination, Elaine is told that she can stay with him until he wakes up.

She immediately enters his room and sits beside him.

Cyrus opens his eyes and stares blankly at the ceiling.

"It's good that you're alright." She says with a smile.

Cyrus lets out a sigh and his expression changes as he looks over at her.

"How long was I out?" He asks.

"Two days." She answers.

Cyrus looks away from Elaine and continues to look at the ceiling. "Where are we?"

"In the healers' ward of the arena. They said that you were lucky to even be able to fight through all of the injuries you sustained in your fight." Elaine replies.

Cyrus lets out an uncomfortable laugh. "I guess I just don't know my limits. I don't know how much more punishment my body can take before I'm down for good next time."

Elain