Ryder glanced up at Jason with surprise, staring at his hand for a moment before hesitantly taking it in her own, using it for support. She pushed down on it, finally getting back up to her feet. The Master took a deep breath, obviously still shaken, but not completely unstable like before.<br/><br/>She muttered another awkward, "Thank you," to him, looking at him and giving a sincere nod. It was then that she heard a great cheer from the crowd, and looked back with curiosity to see what all of the fuss was about. It seemed the fight was getting more intense. And did she see... missiles? Rockets? These two Fighters definitely had some tricks up their sleeves. She would usually be hoping and wishing for Harklas to win, but right now that's not what Ryder was focused on. She wanted to get somewhere safe and be alone... But the Match must go on. She could only sit in her room and hope that the gargoyle came out as the victor.<br/><br/>It was with this thought that she realized her hand was still grasping Jason's, their palms never breaking away. Quickly she snatched her hand away, gulping and looking towards the exit before, coughing. "W-We can just go to my office..only because the dungeons are probably not safe either. I... I can't have you injured for our next Match. Or dead..." She paused, staying silent for a long moment. Should she complain about all the money that would be wasted? Or that she would grieve for the human?<br/><br/>Ryder decided not to go further, starting to walk towards the exit and looking back towards Percival's balcony. We're those... Tears? She shook her head, finally leaving, her mind filled with questions.<br/><br/>She needed to confront her rival Master. But now to see him in that state.. Ryder was for once unsure about her next move.