Sometimes, a truce must be struck so that we can be fighting another day.

[She states it simply, matter-of-fact. There will certainly be more opportunities to challenge one another in other ways following this one, but all things considered, she thinks she's alright either neither of them emerging from this particular contest victorious. It was still fun, regardless, and only when they both release their hold does it sink in just how warm his hand had been. It almost certainly would have been nicer without the slug, but it calls to mind something she had said earlier.

If I was wanting to hold your hand, I would not need to ask. I am not afraid to be doing whatever I like.

Hmm.

Once both their hands are free, she gives hers a shake as if to shake some of the itch and sting away, watching with interest that quickly shifts to a sympathetic wince as the slug pricks him in thanks.]

I think he is liking you in particular. You seem to have that effect on people. Maybe we should be returning him to his handler? The contest was my idea, let me get you a drink as a peace offering.