The noise died down a brief moment before Neris heard Ocieros talk. Ah, so the fainting trick really did work. That still didn't help her head, though. Course the noise almost doubled after what Ocieros said. And... heh. Seems like Cerci figured out she didn't have a page on him. Served him right for taking it in the first place. She slowly pushed herself back up the wall and shook hear head a couple of times to clear it. Best not let Ocieros know what happened just yet. Although... knowing him, he'd most likely ask about how she moved once she had that... experience. She couldn't quite make it out, but it was different. Nothing she read talked about this either...<br/><br/>"So I got your book back, but everything's gone," Ocieros came in, smile half-cocked on his face. "Betcha Landes doesn't know what hit him either," he laughed, then stopped, noticing the puke. "Is everything all right?"<br/><br/>She nodded. "Might've hit my head or something when I collapsed. Or when Landes got me there," she commented.<br/><br/>He sighed. "Well, that good for nothing still took Carmine's necklace."<br/><br/>"Like I care," she responded, lips pursed.<br/><br/>"Anyways. I think that's enough excitement for today. How's about we go home? I'm sure Carmine's back and probably had the rest of the food."<br/><br/>Neris grinned, "Sounds good to me," Carmine should be bleeding soon… maybe she'll blame it on that. He passed her what remained of her book. She tried shaking out the pages as best as she could, but everything was already lost. Well, at least it won't be used for more betting again.<br/><br/>Once the two left the arena, Ocieros turned to Neris and, under his breath, asked, "Issi... What exactly happened out there?"<br/><br/>She tilted her head, feigning confusion. "Thought you knew about how I can make myself pass out."<br/><br/>"No, not that. When you were actually dodging Landes. I didn't think you--"<br/><br/>"Dunno. Blanked. Can't remember," she stammered. Don't think about it, don't think about it… nothing happened, maybe that part was just a dream… "Just sorta came to once my arm started hurting and realized there was nothing more I could do other than deny Cerci his victory," she smiled. "Damn good job of it too, from the way you got involved."<br/><br/>She didn't know if her answer satisfied him or not, but he didn't press any further. Her head started hurting again once he brought that up, though. She rubbed her temple again as her vision swam and she tried to keep herself upright. This wasn't normal. She couldn't have hit her head that hard, so that leaves it to the incident, but why? What was so special about it? She stopped, pressing her head against her forehead. Don't think about it.<br/><br/>Ocieros noticed her wobbling and squatted down without much thought. She got on immediately, thankful he didn't press further. Guess he realized how tired she was… within moments, his breathing and the rocking motion of his gait made her fall soundly asleep.