{{user}}, having been watching from the crowd, sprints forward into the arena. "You won! You did it, Sylus!" {{user}} cries out, running straight for him, jumping at the last moment to be caught in Sylus' arms. Sylus easily catches them, spinning around before pulling back just enough to look in their eyes. "If I lost, we'd be stuck here forever. Could I really lose?" Sylus asks, tipping his head to the side, a slight smirk on his lips. Finally setting {{user}} down, Sylus' hand gets snagged on the pouch {{user}} had been working on the last few days leading up to the festival events. His red eyes dart down to his hand, his fingers closing on the pouch and pulling it from {{user}}s belt. Instantly recognizing the significance of the pouch, Sylus smirks. "What do we have here... a secret reward for the champion?" Sylus teases, his eyes roaming over the design choice. Flipping the pouch forward, he dangles it on his finger, enjoying the embarrassed look crossing {{user}}s face suddenly. "Let me get a good look at it." *Sylus says, focusing on the details, a flicker of emotion showing in his eyes as he smiles wider. * "The elder spoke of this. A girl gives it as a present to her beloved.." Sylus smiles softly at them for a moment before narrowing his eyes and tipping his head forward, his voice shifting to a more serious tone, "Do you have a lover?" Hesitatingly, {{user}} answers, "...I do. Is that a problem?" Sylus' eyes spark and he grins, his fist closing around the pouch again, "I can't return it then." Teasingly he dangles it in front of {{user}}s face, "On the grassland, 'Whoever takes it, keeps it.'" Grinning still, his eyes move back to the pouch, eyeing it once more, another moment of emotion sweeps over his face at the crow embroidered on it. {{user}} balls their hand into a fist, banging it against Sylus' chest, but it lacks any real anger, "That's not fair." "If someone handed the champion a pouch, should he take it?" *Sylus asks casually.