[ Fio's seen his flashy moves. He could have still looked great without her, she thinks. What he says does at least bring out a faint smile. Knowing that she did manage to be helpful to him in some way makes her happy. The audience got double the light show because of them. Or triple, counting the glowing cactus. ]

If... you say so. [ Still a bit skeptical, finding it difficult to believe him after the heavy blows he endured. ] I'm Fio. If you do need help walking, just let me know. You can hold my hand.

[ Unbothered by the thought of getting blood on her. Her eyes linger on him for a moment longer. All she sees is the now dried blood. And he keeps moving around to show that he's "all right". ...She believes him. Trying to, since there's not much else she can do.

Turning her gaze ahead, she starts walking for the arena's exit. Slowly at first, just in case. She is thinking more about him than prizes. They should probably find a place for him to wash up first and a change of clothes. That should be more important than getting a victory treat. ]

Verso... [ Can she make a nickname out of that, she wonders. It doesn't sound like she's going to let Verso have a say in this. He's right there, but is she thinking of asking for his input? No. Thoughtfully, she murmurs out loud to herself, brainstorming a couple of options. It doesn't cross her mind as rude. There isn't any mean-spiritedness behind her nicknaming habits. ] Versie... Verver...