The next day had nothing to look forward to except more waiting for the pack. Morale was low.

Sabine had spent most of her time, and continued to spend most of her time making potions to resist or reflect magical effects, as the cult seemed to be mostly made up of mages. The potions took a while to make each, but mercifully, this meant that she wasn't running through her supplies too quickly and she had something to spend her time on that wasn't constantly worrying.

Having no other particular plans, Fendros was receptive to Ahnasha's desire to train. He nodded as he swallowed his mouthful, then responded, "That would be good. I'm not sure I want to do nothing today, either." Once Fendros had finished his breakfast, now with more enthusiasm, they left Rhazii in the care of Sabine and Meesei, then proceeded to the training room. Rhazii cried when they left, but Sabine was now a little more familiar with how to calm him.

In a separate room to everyone else, Janius had fallen asleep in one of the comfortable chairs and awoke with a twinge in his neck. Once he got his wits back, he realised what had brought him to solitude in the first place and immediately got up. Speaking to no one, he borrowed two wooden swords from the training room and brought them back to the guest rooms. Unceremoniously and loudly, he swung Kaleeth's door open and strode in with an impatient step. Once he was at the foot of her bed, he commanded with a stern voice and expression, "Get up." To engage Kaleeth's attention more, he tossed one of the swords underarm onto the bed beside her. "It's time to train."

Janius hadn't taught Kaleeth anything about fighting with a sword before. In fact he doubted Kaleeth had even held one before. However, he needed a new exercise to get her energy released. If she had enough in her to be angry with Janius, moping all day was only going to make things worse.