"Yes, Ma'am," Fynn replied. "There's two of us, but I left Teller behind to attend your late husband. I'm sorry for your loss."
Alia sighed, looked back up at Rath, and brushed another stray curl away. "Thank you. To be honest, I've been waiting to hear such news for a long time. I am sorry it's part of this whole tournament business. Rath, I'm serious, Mistress Emmi won't mind if I leave a little early. Come home with me and rest."
Rath shook his head. "I need to go to the castle first." Rath accepted the kerchief she pressed into his fingers and wiped his eyes and nose. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come in such a panic"
"Oh, stuff it," she said quietly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "If our positions had been reversed, I'd show you a panic." She stared into his eyes, a frown on her face. "Are you going to withdraw from the tournament?"
Rath nodded. "Yes."
"Rath, no!" Fynn said, stepping forward, her hands curling into fists. "You can't!"