He certainly hadn’t forgot about his commitment he had made the night before. Not when he looked forward to seeing the woman who had stood before him and had asked for such a bold thing. To train with the men, to be given a chance to prove to not only the rest of Coheed, to her chieftain, but to herself; he had decided. She wanted to prove herself to herself.

He admired her ambition, and her beauty. He might have also pulled a bit of information to know who exactly might show up. And be shamefully put into place when the chieftain showed up with his wife. He had no problem putting someone in their place.

When she arrived, she’d find him at a small chest tucked in the corner, shirtless though that wasn’t unexpected. Not as he strapped a holster across his chest and glance back at her. “On time,” he commented, checking a blade with his finger. “And armed. Good.” He slid a blade into the sheath. Pulling a shirt over it before turning to fully face her. “Hopefully you didn’t have a restless night.”

Catrin watched Rian arm himself, too distracted by her nerves to take the time to marvel at the muscle that rippled under his skin with each movement. She had, in fact, had a restless night, but she wasn't about to admit that to him. "I have had enough sleep," she said as a way around it.

Her hand drifted to her sword before she nodded, "Of course I came armed. I will fight whether it is hand to hand or blade to blade." She wondered which she would be better at when it came to the men. They would have a different fighting style from her, certainly. She had learned to fight from Nevermerans and she was quite certain the men of Coheed had a much wilder way of fighting than the organized and honed Nevermeran soldiers.

Glancing at the weapons he had strapped to himself, one of her eyebrows quirked, "You know I will have to fight whoever challenges me. It cannot be against you, or they will assume you will go easy on me."

The way her body seemed to hold tension made him lift a brow and look at her once more. Had enough sleep meant restless, it meant she was up more than she should have been. He wanted to pry... wanted to ask if it was due to her husband or her nerves, but he didn't. No need to drag up something that might rattle her a bit more before they went walking into the ring.

She seemed to suddenly look at him, and that crooked smile of his pulled at his face as she seemed to tell him how this was going to go. "Are you suggesting that your chieftain would be soft on you?" a brow quirking at his question. "You have to prove to me just as much as the rest of them to allow you to continue past today, you understand?"

Her brows twitched towards each other in annoyance. He was reading into her words incorrectly, and she wasn't sure if he was doing it purposefully or not. "I am suggesting no such thing about you. I am suggesting how the other men might see it."

Shifting on her feet to give herself a moment to reign in the temper simmering on her skin, she continued, "I have no doubt that you'll be just as hard on me as you would the other men. I also know just how much I have to prove to everyone." She was more worried about what the other women would think of today than the potential for any of the men to break her body.

Rian could've been a kid in a candy shop as he watched her shift with her uncomfortableness of this situation. Of having to hold her tongue to him, and it made him wonder if she mouthed off to her husband. From what he understand, the man deserved it, and should be glad to have such a headstrong wife. Rian ten years ago wouldn't have agreed. He liked his wives to listen and behave, for the public. But over the recent years, perhaps thanks to a certain Nevermeran, he had come to appreciate a stubborn and head strong woman.

Shrugging his top tighter on his shoulders, his scars that brutally covered his stomach and gave the image that perhaps once they had been ripped out of their place, and the strange birthmark over the center of his chest, Rian ran his tongue along the back of his teeth and stepped closer to her, eyes alight with a fire within the icy blues. "I look forward to watching you make this step today for the Parabolti... and yourself." The tension from the night before was felt as his eyes ran over her face, lingering on her mouth before he glanced towards the door. "Anything you want to make clear or ask before we step out?"

He said nothing in return before he stepped up to her, closing the space between them, a certain intensity coming to his eyes that made her swallow hard as his gaze seemed to trace her features. She blinked a few times before answering his question, taking a step back to give herself room to breathe.

"No, I have no questions. I know how to fight. Let us just go and see what happens," she responded before continuing to walk towards the door, only casting a glance over her shoulder once to ensure he was following.