He walked less easily thsn she did but still by her side. Someone had caught his horse and was waiting for him by the side he was supposed to be at. Usually one would love a good crowd cheering but st the momet he reslly felt as though it made it a little worse.

She walked with him to his horse, gesturing for him to follow. She doubted he would obey, but it was worth a try. She couldn't even tell if he knew or not. He seemed... very out of it.

He took the reins from the boy who had his horse. He glanced around first, then noticed the gesture. It wasn't obvious but he still followed. Crow was put a bit on edge at the smell of blood but he wasn't fighting. He got to Kaden's side again and looked down at her curiously.

She spared him no glance as she walked with him back to the barn. Neither of them were going into the last round, but that didn't matter to her at the moment. She quickly popped Grimm in his stall, unbuckling his girth and having him untacked in moments. She popped his tack on the rack outside his stall, looking at the other knight hesitantly, to see if he could manage on his own.

He quietly walked into his horse's stall and started to untack him. He could deal with the specifics of the armor later. He also pulled his own armor off, save for his helmet, and took the padding off. He'd pack all of that later. He sat down in the hay and managed to wedge his helmet off carefully. His nose was bleeding still. He put his bandana up to his nose, putting light pressure on it even though it hurt. It was covering most of his face.

She quickly locked Grimm's stall and walked off into the tack room, contemplating her options. In the end, she took her armor off quickly, putting it into her bag with a sigh. Her longsleeved white cotton shirt and leggings ready to wear under it. She threw on her boots, then grabbed a clean cloth from her bag, walking back out quietly to get a small bucket of cool water. Really, he already knew. It could only be so bad at that point. She kneeled quietly beside the man, her low bun still neat and tidy. She dipped the cloth lightly into the water, wringing it out and watching him warily. "Can you move the bandana?" She asked softly. She had never really hit anyone in the face with her lance, and she felt horrible about it as she watched him clutch his bandana to his face.

He watched her walking around- more listened than anything. He stood up and walked out of the stall, latching it behind him. He sat down on a strawbale. He leaned back against the wall and huffed. He watched her walk back with a bucket of water. He narrowed his eyes at her, pretty sure that she was the knight and the girl he'd seen earlier. He clenched his jaw and looked away for a moment but he dropped the bandana. Blood was running down over his mouth and off his chin, facing her. "I take it Kaden isn't actually your name?" He asked quietly. Mostly just hoping she'd have no idea who he was. He tilted his head slightly, her size made a lot more sense now.

Kitty gave him a small smile. "Keen, aren't you?" She chuckled, reaching up and gently wiping the blood off his chin and moving upwards until his face was clean, leaving the impact point a soft, irritated pink. "You can call me Kitty, or Kate." She nodded. "And you're... Felix, yes?" She asked, tilting her head at him and cleaning the cloth off. She moved to sit beside him and held the cloth gently to the place where a strong trickle of blood made its way down.

He tipped his chin up. Feeling like a child who's mother was wiping food off of his face. Though this hurt more. He looked back down at her. "Nice to meet you Kitty." He reached up to touch his nose, it was still bleeding. "Sometimes." Turned toawrd her as she sat with him. "You can call me Ali or Alistair." He said quietly and put his hand on hers to hold the cloth so she wouldn't have to. "You're from England too?" He had his head tipped down slightly, but he was looking at her.

Kitty gave him a small smile. "Looks like both of us have identities to hide. It's nice to meet you as well, Ali." (Trying to remember her backstory n shit) She held it to his face for a few moments after he laid his hand on top of her before she slipped her hand away, dipping it into the water to shake the small bit of blood off. "Sort of. I was born there, spent my childhood there." She shrugged, surveying him. "Are you alright? I really drilled that lance into your face." She winced slightly at the memory.