Gallus didn't seem too shocked to have a hand land on his shoulder. He just twisted on his waist and looked up to La'khay with an agreeable smile. He answered, "That's perfectly alright, my friend."

In contrast, Tzirret froze in place. He didn't so much as face La'khay. By the time Gallus' message was conveyed, he couldn't form the words to protest. Of course, once a minute had passed, he didn't know exactly what reason he would have given to want to avoid La'khay, both to himself and everyone else.

Noticing Tzirret's drooping ears, Gallus tapped him on the bottom of the chin and grinned. "Kip up, Tzirret. What's La'khay going to ever do to you?"

The contact snapped Tzirret back to reality. He stood up and followed along as instructed, but didn't respond.

As for the other groups, there didn't seem to be any outward problem as they all wandered off to their search areas. Fendros and Janius each farewelled the children and bid them to behave. They would be in good hands.

Uthri scratched her head a bit when S'ajira approached, "I guess we'll be taking care of the love birds, then." She grinned, but felt a little awkward without a vocal response from S'ajira, "Uh, one thing, S'ajira. Feel free to get my attention whenever you find a feature that you'd like me to keep an eye out for. I know the wilds of central Cyrodiil and south Skyrim like the back of my hand, but I've not really tracked much here, before." Again, Uthri was a little awkward, but at least yes or no could be conveyed.

Knowing Uthri to be a gregarious type, Sabine found her deflected confidence to be slightly funny to watch. She took Peiter by the hand as they walked side by side. "Has Uthri ever had to converse with someone who couldn't speak before?" Sabine asked Peiter quietly.

Once Gallus, Tzirret, and La'khay were well away from the camp site, Gallus nudged Tzirret on the arm and looked down to him with a warm expression. "So, what's been on your mind, Tzirret?"

"Nothing," Tzirret said with barely a glance to Gallus. He seemed to be in a sad mood.

"Well, that's impressive," Gallus said, looking ahead, "Monks from around Tamriel can spent decades perfecting the art of clearing their minds of all things. Something about a state of pure focus." Gallus faced Tzirret with a half-smile. He was obviously not so easily brushed off. "But you have managed to perfect it overnight. I dare say you're fearless now."

Tzirret gave Gallus a sour look.

"You sure? You sounded pretty distraught last night," Gallus persisted.

"No," Tzirret said, looking ahead and blinking nervously, "This one heard no crying last night. He said so before, so did La'khay."

Gallus raised his brow and looked forward to La'khay. "Hey La'khay, what did you two get up to last night?" Gallus said with good nature in his voice.

"Uh, no! No!" Tzirret suddenly became defensive, raising his hands. "There was no 'getting up to' last night! None at all!"

When he knew he had hit the nail on the head, Gallus began to laugh, but his assumption was not quite correct as he continued. "What? Did you two have drinking game or something? Did he tell some of his secrets?" Gallus looked down at Tzirret again, "What's the worst that could have happened, Tzirret?"

Tzirret looked distraught, but it seemed like it was too late now. He looked pleadingly to La'khay, unsure of what do to, though Gallus was probably the safest to be honest to of anyone in the group, bar one of the other alphas, perhaps.