You're not terribly surprised that Altria can see Briar; the presence of two Great Fairies in your vision of her soul was pretty clear evidence for fey involvement in her history at some point, and after that, it would be far more unusual if she couldn't see your smallest friend. You don't know who Ambrose is or what role he might have played in getting Altria to refer to fairies using a tone of voice not unlike the one you employ when somebody tries to wake you up early on weekends, or your mother makes you finish some of the stranger culinary deliveries that have graced the Harris kitchen table over the years. Sort of a resigned annoyance, with hints of hoping that some higher power will intervene and make the source of the annoyance go away.
"Briar, I do believe she's met some of your more irritating cousins," you say in a low voice.
"Sounds like it," the fairy wryly agrees. "Want me to give her some room?"
"If you'd be so kind?"
Ending her healing spell with a flourish of her wand, Briar obligingly backs off, going to rejoin Cordelia.
"A friend of yours?" Altria asks guardedly, sounding a little less dazed.
"For several years now," you admit, looking her over. You have to frown. "Don't take this the wrong way, but if I help you to your feet, are you going to be able to stay on them?"
"As long as I do not move too quickly," Altria replies, "I believe I will be fine."
"Good enough, I guess." You extend a hand, and she accepts the offer. Then the little crowd of officals reaches you, and things get a bit hectic and embarrassing for the next few minutes. You're asked to stand here, hold this, shake these hands without dropping this, smile for the camera - yes, they have recorded the fights, and no, they were not broadcast; the tapes will be released for purchase by the general public after some "creative editing," although uncut copies are available to participants for a modest sum - and did you see where the other semi-finalist went to? Because they appear to have lost track of him rather suddenly.
After all the song and dance, you're left with four things. First is the absurdly large cheque, which proclaims you the proud new recipient of one hundred thousand yen - about a thousand US dollars. Wow. Second is the commemorative plaque that proclaims the Under Tens Division Champion - it has a little spot underneath for your name to be engraved, a detail which you're informed will be attended to immediately after the ceremony, along with all the other plaques that will be presented to the other kids who made it past the preliminaries. Third is the big envelope. You don't open it, but you're informed it contains a formal invitation for you to take part in the next World Tournament, four years from now, as well as the necessary contact information, a complete, in-depth copy of the rules, and other essential paperwork. It also holds a smaller version of the giant gimmick cheque, which you can cash or deposit at your convenience.
Finally - and as far as you're concerned, most importantly - there is, in fact, a belt. It's not very big or flashy, like the sparkly things you've seen pro wrestlers carrying around on TV, but it has a certain style all its own. Made of what you suspect is white silk, it bears the name and official emblem of the World Tournament - the former in black Japanese characters, flanking the latter, which happens to be a green, Oriental dragon with huge, antler-like branching horns, long whiskers, and some kind of orange crystal ball grasped in one taloned paw.
Zelda will love it, you're sure.
Gained Championship Belt
Gained Cheque
Gained Fighter's Rep E++
Gained Finalist's Plaque
Gained Novelty Cheque
Gained Tournament Documents
You kind of wish you had some mana left, if only so you could stash the giant cheque. Well, you'll bear with it for now.