Brelia rolls her eyes a little while listening to all of the banter going on, and she hoists her newly acquired spear up. She tosses it between her hands and tilts it from side to side, trying to get a feel for the balance of this weapon she's not used before. It's not quite the weapon training she wishes she'd had before coming to the arena, but it's better than nothing. And besides, she figures she'll more than likely end up dropping it after the initial charge in favor of her trustee Morningstar, anyhow. Seeing how the social interaction has once more devolved into everyone teasing each other about swallowing each other whole, the feline sighs softly, then turns her head over to Nilia. "Well, it wouldn't be all bad if an accident were to happen," the feline doctor says idly, purely for the sake of throwing a metaphorical wrench into the conversation. "If it were me, at least I'd be out of the way of their swords and spears, while you'd still get all my curative prowess." She swishes her tail to one side, brushing it against Nilia softly. "And I don't know about how the rest would go about getting out of there, but it's easy to imagine me talking my way out. Maybe get you wrapped around my little finger while I'm at it~"