Being so close to Peiter meant that his embrace was less of a shock than it would have been otherwise. Sabine closed her eyes and let herself lean into him and let out a slow breath. She could have stayed in his arms for a lot longer, but it was barely a moment before she opened her eyes and tried to pull away. She raised her arms to put her hands on his shoulders, still smiling. "Do not get too excited. I still have to teach you how to cast a spell."

Sabine sat down opposite Peiter again, motioning him to do the same. The first that she looked at him in the eyes made her lose her words altogether as the situation made its impact. She was reduced to another blush and a spontaneous chuckle. She took a deep breath to banish the fluttering of her stomach and reached for Peiter's wrists again. "Making a spell is like imagining that...you have another limb...almost," Sabine was having trouble staying coherent, but she was doing her best, "Once you channel, like you did before, there is magicka here," Sabine gestured to the space between his hands, "You can shape that however you like by imagining that it is a part of your body. You manipulate it. When you move your fingers, you are doing the same thing, but without magic. Think the same way about your magicka. Hmmh..." Sabine knew that she wasn't making much sense, so she straightened and let go of Peiter's wrists. "Imagine," Sabine put up one hand to Peiter and looked at him more seriously, "...that your hand can glow. It can't glow, but if it could, how would you will it to glow? Don't try it with your hand, but try it with the magicka." Sabine held his wrists again and smiled. "Let's try once more."

Again, Sabine knew that it would not be intuitive and it may take them many attempts. She was there to help Peiter channel if he needed it. Still, they had made some progress, and the continued guidance she gave offered the chance to focus and calm down. The hug had put her on the back foot.

Everyone insisting to Tzirret that he relax was not doing much for his anxieties, but he at least took a sip of wine after hesitating for a moment. The taste actually made his eyes light up and his ears rise; he had not been expecting moon sugar in the wine. It made it taste good. He passed the bottle on and actually seemed to lighten up a little as he responded to La'khay, "Well, Tzirret is not from a town, specifically. He was a caravan Khajiit. This one travelled with his family, mostly in central Cyrodiil, sometimes in the northernmost places in Elsweyr." Tzirret was still quiet in his reservedness, but he seemed to darken a little, skipping over his turning, "After turning, there was wandering in the cold for a day, and then being found by a hunting pack from the Bruma clan. That is home, now." Tzirret managed a smile as he glanced to Uthri, "And this is new family. Gallus taught this one to live."

"Tzirret, you've not referred to yourself directly at all. Are you starting to be absorbed by your ancestral homeland in your Cyrodilic now?" Uthri joked.

Tzirret looked at Uthri as if he had missed something important. "Oh," Tzirret laughed uneasily and shrugged, "I don't know." Now not quite so scared of the pride, Tzirret looked about with a little more openness. "Apologies, Khajiit does not remember the names of everyone. What is it that you all do in the pride?"