Sabine didn't believe a word from Peiter, and it showed on her own smile before he suddenly jolted onto her. She brought up her arms reflexively, trapping her hands between herself and Peiter's collarbone, but soon enough was laughing along with Ciinriel. Sabine hadn't even stopped laughing before she brought her head forward and gave Peiter a quick kiss on the nose. She probably would have kissed him properly had she not wanted to leave Ciinriel awkwardly sitting around.

Although, the thought gave Sabine an idea. She craned her head to the still prone young Wood Elf and spoke in a jokingly chiding tone for kicking Peiter, "Ciinriel, do you need to be carried to your hammock as well?"

Not knowing how Ra'kalesh fought, Janius couldn't rightly give much advice to Kaleeth. It was just as well that he couldn't make another bet, as this time his confidence in Kaleeth's victory was not as certain. He just stood up with her and gave her hand a squeeze as she walked off. "Good luck, love," he said, still with a smile.

With the fight set up, Janius joined Colours and Fendros by the ring again. Kaleeth might not win this time, but whatever humbles her would be an impressive sight regardless. Janius only hoped that Kaleeth's beast-spirit-exacerbated temper would not flare if she did not do well.