Qatrand turned back toward the competitors' area with the weight of many evaluating stares. The Yecine elders were clearly among those observing, though that was calculation and disapproval she had grown familiar with. Her wife's earlier comment about their opinions surely hadn't been wrong.
But as she moved to check the updated brackets, the swordswoman found she cared far less about their judgment over a matter like that than about the complex emotions still rippling through their connection. She could feel that her El waffled between trying to break out of it and diving back into it.
The swordswoman moved mechanically through the motions of checking brackets and preparing for her next match, feeling like she shouldn't have left Elua alone. Her thoughts kept returning to that particular phrase she used.
'Very convenient.'