With tear-soaked eyes, Sabine peeked up at Meesei when she sat down beside her. Her question took a few moments to answer. At first, Sabine caught her breath and tried to clear up her tears. It was difficult as the feelings would not simply go away. "Meesei, how do..." Sabine sobbed, barely able to get that much out, "...how do you stop liking someone?"

"Drunk? Rest?" Tzirret crossed his arms and lowered his brow, but not his ears, "Rest is not for the middle of the day!" Tzirret leaned forward and looked at Peiter closely, even leaning his hands on the ground in front of him. "If Tzirret looks through your eyes, maybe he can guess why you brood so. This one's grandmother could do the same thing before she died." Tzirret squinted and stared, "Hmmm...it was your magic lesson. That is what you were doing just before, yes? You...were bad at magic! No! You were..." Tzirret sat back suddenly, clapped his hands once, and pointed to Peiter with a triumphant grin, "You tried to confess to Sabine!"