Sabine chuckled a bit, looking abashed, but she didn't deny anything about her intentions. "I just thought I might try it. I do not know what a Whispering Fang priestess looks like, but it sounds like more effort than I had in mind. Just doing my hair will do. Thank you, La'khay."

Breakfast didn't last too much longer, given how much everyone had. Soon enough, everyone was wandering into the river.

As secluded as Tzirret wanted to be, he couldn't help but put his head under as soon as he could. He wanted relief from the heat as much as everyone else.

Sabine walked in until the water was just above her knees before she knelt down on the silt and looked to La'khay. She had both concoctions she had prepared in each hand, but she looked unsure. "What do I do first? Uthri told me that I would need these, but I do not know how to apply them. Do I drink the oil?"

It turned out that in Sabine's margin of error for quantity, she had made enough both herself and Ciinriel, but Sabine did not know that.