Out of respect for Sabine's privacy, Peiter had remained on the bed and not attempted to listen in on the conversation. He appeared nervous as Sabine was approaching, and spoke with an equal measure of fear. "So...how did everything go? What did...she..." He began, only to find her sitting down on his lap and interrupting his words with a passionate kiss. Not one to argue, he returned the kiss, as well as allowing his hands to wander quite...intimately. 

"I...guess it went well." He commented once she pulled away from the kiss.

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For a few brief moments, the water was still and silent as the group looked to where M'ibasa had been thrown under its surface. The water was not quite clear, so they could only see his silhouette underneath. However, just as Bheja opened his mouth, M'ibasa righted himself and emerged from the water. Just as before, he coughed up a mouthful of water, then panted as he tried to catch his breath. 

[i]"Bah, by the twin moons, why can't M'ibasa ever win anything?"[/i] He grumbled, prompting his sister to walk up beside him, giggling as she put a hand on his shoulder. 

[i]"Wow, you really are stronger than you look, aren't you?"[/i] She observed. [i]"This one thinks her brother did not quite expect what he was getting into."[/i]

M'ibasa sighed. [i]"Yes well...he's a werewolf. This one can smell it. But it would go much better if you'd help, sister! Come on, we can take him together!"[/i]

Ma'tanza looked to her brother sympathetically, then turned back towards Tzirret and shrugged her shoulders. [i]"Ah, why not? Though, don't expect too much, brother. He is good enough to be traveling  with the Champion herself, remember. You think you can beat us both?"[/i]