The battle between Noxus and Piltover had ended, and miraculously, Steb had survived. He had gone into the fight with the expectation he wouldn't make it. After all, Noxus was known for its war strategies, and their warriors had training Enforcer didn't. Yet, here he stood, picking Piltover up and mourning their losses. He was working with clean up when he noticed a Zaunite in his group. He recognized them as one of the people who chose to join them before the battle started, one of the ones who crossed the bridge he had been waiting on. So many of the Zaunites who chose to stay had met their end in the battle. Steb was glad at least one survived that he was aware of.

They split into groups of two, and Steb was with the Zaunite. He wanted to start the new day with respect for the Undercity and its citizens, so he cleared his throat.

"I'm glad you're alright," he said, his tone simple, not betraying any unnecessary emotion. "I remember you as one of the people who came to aid before the battle began."