"Yes. When you're awake enough we can go - watch the fun, I suppose, and break the news, because he'll hear about it eventually."
"Oh, I'll - go on ahead. Sorry." Up she gets, out she goes, door closed behind her.
And then a few minutes later he's changed and looking much less scruffy, and leaves the room. "Okay, let's see how Zevros and his alt are doing."
"We're both short on spells for the day, fair warning."
"Yup! That's why we're not using knives!" laughs Zeviana. Then she tackles Zevros and punches his face in.
The fight continues, with both of them looking worse for wear and both of them breaking out some very dirty tricks.
"Ha," she says, triumphantly.
"Thank you, thank you!" says Zeviana, obviously reveling in her victory.
"Did not, you said no magic, no knives, I used no magic and no knives, you're just pissy because I beat you."
"Yeah," laughs Zevros, and then he claps her on the back and starts nursing what will be a black eye tomorrow.
"Okay, neither of you need a scarce spell now as opposed to shortly before midnight if there are some to spare?"
Zevros snorts, removes his shoe, and then throws it at her. "Right as rain."