"Not even the tiniest boon, I promise." She holds up a hand as if swearing an oath of honor, only to be shushed by Zagreus as the crowd simultaneously quiets down.

Anticipation teems like electricity through mortals and gods alike. Sure, the speech is a little much but Azem can hardly fault anyone for wanting a little to-do for the effort they made to put on this competition. But as the results are read aloud, Azem tenses.

Her eyes widen.

"Alisaie--oh wait, that's me!"

In the true spirit of a winner, she throws her arms up in the air and lets out a happy cheer. For all of them, of course! There is a round of applause and she simultaneously gives her companions a hearty slap on their backs.

"Come now, we all placed! And entirely on our own merits."