Sabine's face tightened in sympathy and she sucked in a breath through her teeth. She knelt down beside Peiter and held her hands up, trying to assess the damage. "I'm sorry, I should have let you dress more," Sabine said, putting a hand on Peiter's arm and leg, "Show me. We will take out the thorns and I can heal you."

Inwardly, Sabine was too worried about Peiter to care about his personal space. What it made for outwardly was her being perhaps oblivious of it. She might have been more apprehensive under normal circumstances, but she was intimate enough with Peiter to feel comfortable.

With her head angled forward and her brow raised, Uthri snorted back a laugh. She carefully took a breath while trying not to become hysterical. "'Oh, my lady Nord,'" she pantomimed Sees-No-Colours' attempt to kiss a hand with the air, "'They breed them strong and sumptuous up in the frigid highlands! Yet for all your cold past...'" Uthri placed her hands over her chest with exaggerated wistfulness, "'...you have melted my Argonian heart!'" It was only then that Uthri curled forward and laughed out the rest of the air her lungs, snorting involuntarily to get some more air in. "Vilana, I hope that there is more than one colour-blind scoundrel werelion Argonian in your clan, or you are going to be sorely disappointed." Uthri sniffed and let out another chuckle, "Worry is a strong word, I prefer pity, in this case. Do you have a past with Sees-No-Colours?"