After indulging in a delightful stroll through the festival and relishing the break between the fights, Jasem and Lyra returned to their seats, their arms laden with paper bags brimming with delectable treats.
"What are you doing ?" Azzam, ever vigilant, whispered his inquiry as Jasem passed by, earning a radiant smile from the hero.
"I need sustenance, my friend," Jasem replied cheerfully, unperturbed by Azzam's concerns about their prestige. "Would you care for some?" he offered, extending an invitation that Azzam politely declined with a slow shake of his head. Jasem shrugged nonchalantly and continued on his way, making his way back to his seat.
