Arthur quickly snatches his shirt in the men's restroom and dashes back to the courtyard. Again, most folks don't spot anything amiss with him, but Josephine catches a different sparkle in his eyes.
"How's the duel fairing?" He settles next to Margaret, inquiring about the ongoing clash, which features Oliver pitted against a Fourth Grade Elite Warrior.
"That guy's no match for my son," Josephine remarks with pride, casting a curious glance at Arthur. "All good with you?"
"Yeah," he nods. "Just needed to splash some water on my face…"
"I see," Josephine smiles, but within her mind, a whirlwind of dangerous guesses takes flight. 'Why does he look so over the moon? Does it have something to do with Aria?'
"Seen your mom? Reckon she also hit the restroom," Josephine notes.
"Oh?" Arthur crafts a perfectly puzzled expression. "Saw her,"
