He waited, his eyes locked with hers, neither sweating nor fidgeting as he met her stare, simply standing at ease and awaiting her to either blast him or accept. He did give her the first full bow he had given yet as she accepted, before turning around and heading down. He would suffer the expected nervous breakdown later. He watched the rest of the Court leave, before heading for the steps, intent on following, but at the stairs down to the shore line, his legs abruptly buckled. He managed to sit down rather than spill down the stairs, after reaction catching up with him as he started shaking like a leaf in a winter storm, worse than he had after getting back to base from the battle that had earned him a medal of honor. Facing the tanks had been easier, if only because all they could do was kill him. He put his head between his knees, and waited for his body to stop shaking, and then a few minutes longer before heading in the direction the Court had gone.