As soon as Sabine felt the magicka moving without her help, she opened her eyes. "You're channelling!" she whispered with excitement. So as not to over-exert his underdeveloped reservoir of magicka, Sabine stopped channelling her own spell and wrapped her arms properly around Peiter's middle. She squeezed him playfully as she murmured into his ear, "You can stop now. Very good! You were making your magicka move. Did you notice?" Though Peiter couldn't see Sabine's face from where he was, she was grinning ear to ear.

Janius settled down and held Newt on his lap. He leaned towards Colours with one fist on his knee and one eyebrow raised. He was about to defend his pride, but the conversation went elsewhere. He settled to join in on the laughter.

While S'ajira was nosing through Colours' bag, Uthri craned her neck upwards and peered over to Tzirret. He averted his gaze once he caught Uthri's eye, his tail arcing side to side idly. Uthri propped herself up a little from her seat and called out, "Hey, Tzirret! You look miserable on your own like that! Come say hello, I'm more likely to bite you than anyone else here!"

Tzirret looked up at Uthri again and his ears perked, but his face still looked anxious. He glanced to one side, lowered his shoulders in what might be construed as defeat, and then wordlessly stood up to walk over to the group.

"He's just a shy one, always has been," Uthri said, looking to Tzirret as he sat down, "Isn't that right, cloudy-cat?"

Tzirret groaned and gave Uthri an uncomfortable look. He earned that nickname after the colour of his fur reflecting his behaviour around new situations. It didn't often get brought out. "This one wishes you would not say such things," Tzirret complained.

"Ah, loosen up, child. I mean nothing by it," Uthri said with a good natured smile. Her head turned back to Colours, "So, where were we, O bringer of drink?"

"Where did you find that, exactly?" Janius asked, intentionally trying not to sound accusatory, "I thought we only got essentials from the outpost. What is it anyway, wine?"