Having stayed up late the night before, Janius at first tried to lazily swat away whatever was nudging him without wanting to wake up. He thought it was Lorag waking him up just to get a rise out of him, likely suspecting that his activities the night before would leave him in a less than well rested state. When his hand felt that the foot was rougher, like scales, he woke up fully. Taking a deep breath, Janius squinted up and found Kaleeth. He lay still for a few moments, blinking and processing what exactly she had said. "What hatched?" Janius grumbled in disbelief. He didn't even get the chance to greet her good morning.

It wasn't until his vision cleared that Janius realised what dark shape in her arms was. The wamasu hatchling sounded a small tweet and moved its head and Janius' curiosity was piqued. He stood up, craned his head to one side and looked down at it with his mouth open, astonished. "My goodness..." He breathed, reaching out a finger to touch it. Janius pulled a grin. "It's a cute little thing, isn't it? What's its name?"

When Fendros awoke and saw what Janius and Kaleeth-Rei were paying attention to, he placed a hand on Ahnasha's shoulder and whispered to awaken her while he looked on from a distance, "Ahna, look at this." It looked like a small, spiny crocodile. Perhaps it was one of the smaller, more timid swimming lizards that Fendros had spotted in the marsh. There was of course the question of what had got Janius in a sour mood yesterday, but there seemed to be no trace of that this morning.

Sabine took a little while longer to wake up than she would have liked. Whether it was anticipation for the next trial or making sure she would give herself the best chance, she had spent some extra time the previous night preparing a potion to sharpen her mind and coordination with an effect of temporarily boosting her skill with weapons. It was a tricky recipe, one she was not completely sure of herself. The tricky part was leaving some very light suspended sediment in the liquid to settle overnight so she could decant the final mixture this morning. Sabine was of course attentive to Meesei and nodded to her in acknowledgement and affirmation, but was eager to check on her potion that she had left in a bottle on a makeshift tripod next to her bedroll. She turned around and carefully picked up the bottle. Holding it up in front of her head to check it.

Turning the bottle in her fingers, Sabine's expression started to change. Before, she betrayed relatively little in her face, but her brow slowly started to tense into worry. In a sudden movement, Sabine placed the potion back onto the tripod with a clink and quickly leaned forward, burying her face into her hands. By the way the liquid moved, it was clear that some foreign body had caused it to thicken or charge such that the sediment would not settle. It might have been a fungus of the marsh, a mistaken ingredient, a property she didn't previously know about, or perhaps just fatigue and worry causing Sabine to make mistakes. In any case, the potion would not work, and she didn't have time to make another one. Sabine quietly started to sniff and wet her palms with her tears.