Bayard almost interjects an explanation for his own height ("I'm twelve years old!"), but he realizes before it reaches his mouth that it's not really in question to them. The thought evaporates on his tongue.

"I certainly wouldn't mean a lady any harm in here. In fact, I can't think of many people here in the Arena who I would act any harm on unless they started quarreling." Bayard chews the corner of his tongue, watching over his shoulder for anyone to emerge from the dark of the woods. The light from Lilah's palm has drawn floating spots in his vision that make vigilance difficult.

"I don't reckon she owes us much of an explanation, Mister Gamgee. Far as I can see we were the ones pulling up on her. Ain't that right, Miss...?" He realizes now that she knows their names and yet he hasn't a clue as to hers.