Sabine furrowed her brow awkwardly. "I could give you the recipe, yes, but I...do not have any parchment or ink with me. They are back with the pack supplies." Sabine raised her brow and her voice turned to be more consoling, "I could write it out for you later, though. The recipe is not difficult once you have practiced it, but there are one or two details to be mindful of."

While Ma'tanza finished applying her ointment, Sabine peered over her shoulder to Peiter's back as he walked off. "I wonder what Peiter was smiling about just before? Is there something in my hair?" She asked Ma'tanza.

"Well..." Tzirret began one they were out of earshot of Sabine and Ma'tanza, understandably nervous. He took a peek over his shoulder and he took in an audibly strained gasp through his nose at what he saw. His face shot forward, frowning with embarrassment and wide-eyed. Sabine almost spotted him. "Ma'tanza said just then that Bheja thinks Ma'tanza's large...ness...is a good thing. Does that mean they are..." Tzirret paused and weaved his hands together in front of him, "...as one?" Tzirret looked to Peiter's face, "You know more of this than Tzirret does."