After deciding that staring at one person for a considerable amount of time was creepy, Maya pushed off the wall to bring her attention away from Sinclair and promptly studied the field with a little smile. Watching the finals had been exhausting, so much so that she'd already completely forgotten about her own battle, the promise... everything. That is, until she noticed Soul craning his neck over his podium, very obviously trying to find her face in the crowd. She stepped forward, once, twice, before she was jogging forward. Taking his hands, the ginger girl gently tugged him off his podium and brought him into a tight hug, letting go a breath she didn't really know she was holding.
"Thank you," she murmured softly into his shoulder, before pulling away, her hands still on his arms as she beamed in relief. Hell, it looked like she could cry. She said nothing of the promise, but she could almost feel Sawyer's grin.
No, wait. That didn't make sense.
"Next time, please don't hurt yourself so badly, okay?" she added, before gently dropping his hands and looking back at everyone else on the podium.
"Great job, everyone," she offered brightly, shooting a mischievous look towards Christian. "I almost had you, I'm sure of it. We'll have to rematch soon, okay?"