Dom stalks over to her. "Kel, are you insane?"
"Probably," she responds. "Why?"
"You have been having practice jousts with Lord Raoul for a week. At dawn. Do I need to take you to see my uncle?"
"Lord Raoul's been helping me practice."
"Practice what?" Dom asks, shaking his head. "Getting bruised?"
"I want to beat Lord Wyldon in the next tournament." Kel shrugs and smooths down her tunic. "Lord Raoul's the best at tilting after him."
Dom's eyes are wide now, and his hands press into her shoulders. "You are crazy," he breaths.
"Practice makes perfect. You know this."
"This just makes you purple and blue and green all over! Do you want to be known as the lady knight of many colors?"
She hugs him. "I'll be fine."