If there was any shyness in Sabine's approach to treating Peiter, it was in an effort not to make the process any more painful for him. With one hand she attempted to dull the pain in the local area with magic, while with her other hand she carefully picked out the thorns and splinters around his legs and sensitive areas. Whenever Peiter twitched in pain or tried to move, she spoke quietly, "Hold still."

It took another few minutes to get all of the thorns out, but thankfully none of them had done any more damage than scratches and splinters by the looks. "If we keep jogging, we should head back to camp to get a loincloth and leggings," Sabine recommended.

"Now that is a slap that I would enjoy watching," Uthri remarked. Her chuckling was perpetuated by Vilana's words, but Uthri couldn't help but think that her passion spoke more than her sentences did. Uthri smiled and studied Vilana's response to what she was about to say, "That is true. I am glad neither of us have empty heads."

So as not to force the issue, Uthri looked away and continued, "The only one who I actually know has slept with him, as it happens, is one of his pride mates. Although, given her previous occupation, I think she is exploiting him more than the other way around. If anything, I think they have an agreement to just do it for fun and not actually have strings attached." Uthri pulled a sturgeon frown, "Sounds pretty good if you think about it, but I wouldn't choose Colours for such a thing anyway."

Uthri shrugged. "At least everyone else in Colours' pride are sweet people," Uthri turned and smiled at the resting Pahmar, "Even you, S'ajira."