Tyther grinned, glad that his brother still had at least a small sense of humor. He stripped off his clothes and gingerly stepped in, sighing at the relief the warm water gave his tense muscles. "Oh, if you were wondering where I was, I think I fell off the arena stairs and blacked out. I THINK, I'm not sure."
Xevnas walked into the room, clearly well rested. He cleared his throat and knelt down. "I'm sorry for not showing my gratitude for saving my life. I was still a bit in shock after the fight. I hope you can forgive me." After noticing Solid's inquisitive stare, he stood up. "If you're wondering why I was kneeling, it's because in my culture, it's a sign of showing that you're sorry, and you seek forgiveness." He turned around, ready to leave, but then turned back. "And if you need a drink, come talk to me. From this point in time and then infinitely onward, drinks for you and your brother are on me, free of charge." He then turned and walked out.
Tyther turned to Solid with an "I told you so" expression. "See? He's sorry. He's not such a bad guy after all." He leaned back and sank further into the water. "Proved you wrong." He said and smiled his "annoying little brother" smile.