Tzirret did not get any better. No matter how much he tried to breathe, he was always short of breath. As Tzirret's stress escalated, he had a familiar niggling brush against his subconscious. He knew exactly what it was - it always came about when he was especially afraid. There was no order from Gallus here, no minotaur to kill, no focus, and most importantly, no escape. It only caused him to spiral further, but he remembered one thing that might have helped.

[i]"Ma'tanza, please, this one needs to breathe..."[/i] Tzirret pleaded in a desperate whisper though his hyperventilation, [i]"He needs...he needs you to count out breaths for him...slow breaths...it is what Najirra does...please. He cannot let his wolf out! Not now!"[/i]

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"I think we'll do just fine," Gallus responded, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe, "Short of any unforseen hiccups. Still..." Gallus looked to another wall, "I might sneak below and hand out some water during the night. Just to keep everyone going."

Gallus didn't find the boarding experience easy either, so he suspected that Meesei might have been having trouble as well. His eyes found Meesei's again and he spoke at a lower volume, "How's that veneer holding up?"