It took some time for Tadala to shake her friend, but she played nice. Apparently having connections was also important in the city, and though she didn't exactly like him, he was useful. They drank, watched a couple more fights where he showed off what she supposed were impressive creatures, and she said the appropriate words to flatter. The first fight was forgotten and they parted with her friend feeling like he'd come out the better in the meeting. Perhaps, monetarily, he had.
Tadala's cage was set far, and was larger than the others. Likely meant for creatures far larger than either the tiger or Nathara.
By the time she arrived, it was late in the evening. She was tailed by to short, scaled servants. She didn't know what they were, but she preferred them to the soft skinned, half naked women that seemed so prominent. They spoke in soft whispers and seemed to take to her as well as she, them. They carried a bucket of water, meat for the tiger, bandages, and brushes. Tadala set the lantern down near the entrance to the cage.
The tiger stirred, but he was still weak. On guard but wounded. She made a soft, cooing sound while she opened the cage, then gestured so one of the servants would go in. This one had the meat, which they led with so he could eat, and the bandages and brushes to tend to the rest of him.
That done, Tadala turned her attention to Nathara and gestured to the other scaled attendant. They shuffled forward and presented the water and linen bandages. "Should you need them," she said.