Peiter went through the drills, just as he was taught. Or at least, mostly like he was taught. His teachers back in the clan were not nearly as forgiving as himself. This was meant to be a friendly lesson, not anything stressful. Although, failure, no matter the context, had a tendency to be stressful regardless of the intention. 

The pair trained for a while, a bit longer than Peiter originally intended. His focus on the task at hand had caused him to lose track of how much time was passing. However, their stamina gave out before the daylight did. It was getting dark, though the sun would be up for a while yet. Peiter dropped his practice blade down next to his bag, then went through it to find his waterskin. Once he pulled it from the bag, he immediately dropped down and sat on the ground beside Sabine. He ran his arm across his face to wipe away the sweat and took a large drink of his water. 

"We, uh, might have gone on longer that we should've. I tend to get...focused when training. It's hard to do anything for long in this heat, though." He commented before turning his head and looking at her with a smile. Noticing she was out of water, he reached out and offered his waterskin to her. "But, you did well. I wouldn't worry about not getting that last bit. We're both tired, and besides, you're just starting. The Imperial City wasn't built in a day. It's all about progress." He said encouragingly. Looking up at the ropes leading up to the platform above, he grimaced. He was not looking forward to climbing with his rather sore arms. "Say, do you want to look around and see if there is a water source nearby? Something to cool off with?"

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Irenya let out a huff. "An adult? Fendros doesn't look like he's even over fifty! You're not a Dunmer, Gallus, you don't understand. He is little more than a boy in our eyes. The child doesn't change that. If anything, it makes it more clear..."

The comment about Irenya's own breaks with her traditions did give her pause, though it was hardly going to cause her to give up her beliefs. "I may not serve the Reclamations, Gallus, but I am still proud to be Dunmer. I am proud of our culture and history. I am proud of our strengths, and acknowledge our flaws. I acknowledge that selecting worthy gods to serve has never been a...strength of our people. Our religion almost seems to change with the seasons. I can serve Hircine and still be a true Dunmer. I will do everything that is necessary to serve Hircine's will on Tamriel. Even if that means playing nice with the one who has forsaken his people, or living in service to the lizard."