Since Gallus was already unpacking his bedroll, Meesei decided to take the bed. She undressed, packed everything into her bags, then pushed them under the bed. She took a seat on top of the bed in a meditative position as she listened to his input on the matter of moving the clan. "Yes, the desert is one of my major concerns. Running into Vile's scouts is also a concern, but I do have a few ideas in mind to mitigate that risk. We could travel with scouts forming a perimeter around the clan to detect, and hopefully eliminate, any of Vile's patrols that may find us. That would also mean they would run into the scouts instead of the bulk of the clan, so the fact that the clan is moving would hopefully remain unknown to them, even if any of them escape. Beyond that, we would only need a sufficiently windy day to, quite literally, cover our tracks once we're in the desert. But, as you said, the desert presents its own problems. Neither of us have even seen a desert before, and perhaps, we should not be the ones planning how to cross it. The word 'Khajiit' means desert-walker; their heritage originates from the sands of Anequina. You recall Do'ajee, yes? She is the warrior who was originally from one of the desert tribes. From what I understand, those tribes can be at least as large as what remains of the clan, and they live their entire lives in the desert. It is doubtful that Do'ajee is the only one who is from the desert, so there may be guides already among us who can help us to cross just as those tribes do."

Peiter too wrapped his arms around Sabine, smiling as he hugged her tightly and planted a quick kiss on her lips once she was finished speaking. "Agreed, though we may want to be careful about getting in the river." He said with a chuckle. "Knowing our luck, we'll be ambushed by bandits the moment we put our feet in the water. It does seem like that's what happens every time we get in the water together, doesn't it?" He joked. "But, yeah, I'll definitely appreciate the chance to finally cool off. Although..."

Peiter reached up and ran his hand through Sabine's hair. "I've never known you as one who cared too much about her appearance. You don't need anything to make you beautiful, in my completely unbiased opinion. Why the change?" He asked curiously.