No one seemed to be cheering for the young Greek gladiator, some distracted by what had distracted her, others thinking she was a weakling for almost losing to the bear. She walked with her head held high as she walked through the gates she came in, showing no sign of the pain she felt in her arm. The scratches on her belly and calf were just minor flesh wounds that would heal soon enough but her arm may take her out of the arena for a while... She thought about all this as she walked around the corridors under the stands where the spectators were not allowed. She took her civilian clothes, her light green peplos which was just a longer version of her battle chiton and she was lucky enough to have a himation, a cloak like piece of clothing, for the cooler days, and changed into them, thinking about how she would need to repair her chiton.