Glancing down for a second, Gallus pulled a quick, wide smile. "You'd be surprised what beasts can do." He leaned forward and patted her roughly on the shoulder a couple of times, "I'll let you have a think about it overnight. You can give me a final answer in the morning." With that, Gallus stood up, sheathed his dagger, and walked back over to the camp fire with everyone else. Gallus had placed the bandit where they could see her, but the consequence was that she could observe them through the night as well.

"I heavily doubt that any of these ne'er-do-wells were sent by you-know-who," Gallus said to the packs gathered, "If they were, I don't think they knew it, or at least they knew not of us. I'll have a chat with Meesei as for what to do with the survivor."

Now that Leaps was stabilised and the danger had all but passed, everyone was dressed and simply coming down from the shock. Janius had gathered up all of the valuables and weapons on the bandits and loaded them onto one of the carriages. Fendros was cooking dinner. Sabine was sitting next to Peiter and a quiet Tzirret by the camp fire as well, with her knees drawn up in a familiar fashion. THough, unlike her state before the ritual, her eyes were not wide and scanning, but low and sad. Tzirret was sitting cross-legged and had washed off his bloodied hand by now, but he didn't have many words. Uthri eventually returned and was caught up with the situation.