Realising himself, Tzirret tried to calm down. He had wanted to try and talk to La'khay that night anyway, so her request was convenient, if sudden. Instead of tensing up with La'khay's embrace as might have been expected, he closed his eyes and seemed to let his anger go. "Right. You are right, Peiter." Tzirret looked sideways at La'khay, "Tzirret is sorry. He has been...stressed."

Sabine gave a sympathetic smile. "Do not be too worried, Tzirret. We understand."

Tzirret gave Sabine a glance, but did not let his anger flare again. They did not truly understand.

Now that the event had passed, Sabine turned to Ciinriel after she had finished the last of her breakfast. "Ciinriel, could you help me wash my hair in the river? I made a soap and oil for it but..." Sabine grabbed at her frizz, "I do not know how to use it."