Kate hated to hurt him and kept stroking his hair softly. "I am so sorry. To hurt you."<br/><br/>Sara ran into the room ..she was 13 years old and dressed in mage robes. "What did you do him, Kate?"<br/><br/>Kate frowned, "Sara, get out."<br/><br/>The teen walks up to the bed and looks at the fighter.. "Kate! I have his post. It is him...he is famous. My friends will be so jealous!" She takes out a paper with his picture on it across the bottom is Scythe.<br/><br/>Kate shakes her head, "You will not. He is not for show or to be ogled at. Leave him to rest and do not tell a soul he is here. You could endanger him by someone wanting to challenge him. I will not let him fight."<br/><br/>Sara sighs, "Kate you have no idea what he is worth or could bring to us. Can I have your autograph when you are better?"<br/><br/>Kate grabs Sara by the wrist and looks at her sternly, "Go help Ann and you breath a word to your friends you will have a rat tail for a month."