The Apology of Phoebe Vermillion

Phoebe had brought Ali down the corridor, into the medical center. The two hadn't shared much dialogue, the former opponents not exactly friends now, but the blonde wanted to, at least, make it up to them. At the end of the day, Phoebe may have won, but she didn't fight to spite either wrestler; she just wanted to defend herself.
"Which room is she at? Lead the way!"

"This is your apology and she's in room 5" He said to her, he had softened up but still was a bit cold.

Phoebe nodded, walking towards the fifth room, and gradually opening the door. She hoped that her appearance wouldn't anger the woman, but she'd have to just find out.

"Oh hello." She said softly, she wasn't upset or anything since it was an accident, she knew that.

Phoebe nodded her head in respect, "I'm sorry about injuring you, and fighting your friend, Ali."

"It's okay and Ali is well a protective friend, if you injure me, Rohi or Nurin he'll be mad, he's a great kid but he can be a dick. " Gharam said.

"Well! I find it really admirable that he'd do as much for his friends!" Phoebe smiled, looking over at Ali.

Ali blushes slighty and looks down clearly embrassed by the fact they were talking so kindly about him.

Phoebe shook Gharam's hand, seemingly nicer than her other teammates, who would have taken the chance to humiliate her in her weak state. Throughout it all, the blonde hadn't really put much thought into it, but to everyone else, she was probably a saint compared to her peers. She kept up a strong, kind smile, her mannerisms shy and timid as she didn't want anything to go wrong.

Gharam whisper to Phoebe Don't act like the others of your group and please treat Ali kindly, he may be a jerk at points but he does care and I can tell he likes you after you won. "