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Gion felt a slight pang in his heart when Beata "accidentally" fell from the beam, although he had suspected she would do something like that – he had seen it during rehearsals. Gathering his thoughts, he continued his vigil. The tent-dressing room, the stage, the musician, the audience, the donation box – it would be awkward if some young man took it away or, conversely, donated something inappropriate, hmm... He glanced assessingly at his companion, Erephir. "A strange type, somewhat nervous... Well, I see she has everything under control." He continues to observe, not forgetting to join in the applause.