The packs paired off with two to a room. The regular couples of course were together, with children and Leaps where appropriate, while Uthri decided to share a room with Irenya. This left Lorag with Tzirret, which might have been terrifying for Tzirret had he not gotten used to Lorag as a travelling companion for the past few weeks.

Gallus was as surprised as could be expected to have Meesei opt to share a room with him - he had expected to share with Tzirret to keep an eye on him, but he didn't mind otherwise. Lorag would be scarier than any ad hoc phobia Tzirret could come up with given the conditions. Speculation was short lived in Gallus' mind as Meesei brought up the reason for entering his room.

As there was only one bed, Gallus was unrolling his bedroll on the floor while he answered. He did so in a tone that didn't hold much hope for an exodus. "I wish I could give you details on the intricacies of moving a large village-sized population across jungle and desert, but even with what I could predict, it..." he let out an uneasy chuckle, "It would not be easy, to say the least."

With his bedroll set up and his belongings deposited, Gallus grabbed the top of the small chair and turned it around, seating himself onto it carefully. The undersized furniture meant that his knees were higher than his hips while seated, looking slightly comical, but he still treated the conversation seriously. "Father taught me a few things about moving warbands and armies. It will be harder than that, but some concepts will transfer. The most important saying he taught me about this; 'an army marches on its stomach'. Even if we did have enough food for the entire journey and properly rationed it, not only could we not carry it all, but much of it will spoil or be misplaced along the way. Out in the jungle, the hunger might be alleviated with the surrounding game, but the more we hunt, the greater our exposure. Especially when the moons are full." Gallus wiped an eye tiredly, "What I am most afraid of, however, is the desert. I have never been to a desert, but I have heard of them. Little to no regular sources of water, very little hunting game, sandy terrain and inclement weather that stings the eyes. We would need guides and we would need to visit settlements. All up, the journey would be incredibly slow unless we were heartless enough to leave behind the injured and elderly. Not to mention, these aren't soldiers that we would be leading, they are regular people. We would not have the discipline for forced marches or for swift encampments."

With a still worried look, Gallus' eyes shifted up to Meesei and a hint of reckless hope came into his tone. "It's not impossible, at least," he said with a small shrug.

Sabine's actions were similar to Peiter's in most respects. She found a spot for her belongings, she stripped down, and she laid herself onto the bed beside Peiter with a relieved sigh. She closed her eyes for a moment and smiled. "Beds are always softer than I remember. Sometimes too soft." She took a relaxed breath and lolled her head to one side, looking at Peiter, "It will be nice to sleep in a room again, though. And it will be nice to use the river." She stretched and put her arms around Peiter, smile widening, "I need to bathe, and I want to try something with my hair."