This fight was a dilemma.
On Cecile's side was the knowledge that any damage she dealt could be healed.
Rather a depressing thing, when you don't deal that much damage to start with; Cecile was saddened by the idea of fighting for hours.
Rutee was similarly depressed.
After all, she had to tink away at armor several thousand times to defeat her opponent. A recipe for exhaustion, if not carpal tunnel.
So, with some discussion, both sides were able to make a satisfactory bargain that skipped hours of needless toil and made everyone happier, as befitting these two fighters.
Of course, loading up Thomas with aphrodesiac was not only highly immoral, but worked remarkably poorly, but hey, at least Cecile has finally gotten him to kiss her. And in the end, that's all that really matters. To them.
And only them.
If that's all that really matters to you, don't tell me. I don't want to know about it. Seriously.
