Damian watched from where he was seated, which was quite a distance from where the sword competitors were gathered.
He couldn't go to Alice yet because the match wasn't over yet, but he wished he could go to her right away, hug her, and tell her how amazing she was.
He just had to be a little more patient. She wasn't running away.
Then, he spotted his brother, Devon, going in Alice's direction. Because he was one of the trainers, he had the authority to go to her even though they were still competing.
Lucky him.
'I can't get jealous of my brother.' he told himself and shook the thought out of his mind. 'He liked Alice first and... He's far more capable than I'll ever be, so unless I get to his level, I shouldn't compare."
But he still wondered if he would ever get to his brother's level.
"How are you feeling?" Devon asked and Alice lazily darted her eyes towards him.
"Tired." She said, giving him a different idea entirely.
