Sasha was upset for perhaps the obvious reason of it taking so long but he figured it was mostly because he wandered off on her to go take on a few things. Aramil leaned in extra close for a whisper figuring he didn't want the same ease dropping happening with him. As he did his smooth leather armor brushes along her skin<strong>"Sasha. The longshot has about 10 to 1 odds on the next fight. Lets go find the registry and sign you up for the next bout so people can bet on or against you. Looks like they aren't in a hurry though for it."</strong>His eyes looked right at hers on the matter with his gaze piercing with how serious he seemed now. Backing away he would then speak up in a normal voice.<strong>"And of course I bring a bit of nourishment to help you with keeping your strength up and some patience."</strong>He said trying to make sure he didn't inadvertently set Sasha off.