Fendros certainly welcomed the kiss, returning it and likewise placing his arm around Ahnasha. It was a comfort he always liked. Once it was over, he had a smile on his face. "Come, let's walk some more. Maybe we'll find some water that looks a little cleaner than this," Fendros said as he got up and held out a hand for Ahnasha to grasp. They set off in one direction, sticking to the waters edge, but only for a few minutes. Fendros was looking for cleaner water, but was also thinking. He didn't want their romance to die at all. Perhaps it was his fatigue, but he had trouble thinking of something to share right then apart from just the walk. Fortunately, as they reached a narrower part of the small lake, there was an insight which came upon him as he spotted a somewhat distinct tree on the other side of the water. It reminded him of one thing they used to do. The water at least seemed cleaner and running a little faster here, so Fendros' best guess said that the water would be safe.

"You know," Fendros began in a deliberately arrogant tone, "I wonder if you've regained all of your speed yet." The thought was preposterous and Fendros knew it, but he wanted to rile Ahnasha up for the sake of it. He pointed to the tree he spotted, with about forty metres of water between them and it. "Race you to that tree," Fendros challenged flatly, "Go." Without further warning, Fendros ran to the lake water and dove in, intent on reaching the other side as fast as he could.

There was little more Sabine could really do to refute training with weapons, but it certainly seemed like her training schedule would be booked much further than normal from now on. She didn't seem to mind much. Meesei was a good teacher, and the closest thing Sabine had to a mother. She wasn't sure that her passion for magic would be guaranteed to run as deep as Meesei's, but she would put in the effort.

The eel flicking mucus and water everywhere caused Sabine to flinch a couple of times before Meesei killed it, but the substance it gave off immediately piqued her curiosity. She waded up to Meesei and wiped off a drop of the mucus from the satchel she had placed the creature in, before bringing her hand up to her nose. There were a few possibilities in the scent, but it took dabbing the mucus onto her tongue to get a better idea. Sabine stood thoughtfully for a few seconds before she registered that the mucus was, in fact, disgusting to taste, and turned her head to spit into the water. "That might help against parasites," Sabine commented, wading away to gather other things and fill up the last of her satchels.

Another minute passed, and Sabine got a thought in her head that didn't seem to leave so easily. After taking a portion of sap off a tree that she didn't recognise before, but was certainly not Hist, she turned to Meesei with curiousity in her eyes. "Meesei, will the pack at Bruma be like us? Will there be people...closer to my age?"