Janius was feeling just as sorry for Kaleeth and Newt, but he couldn't help but let out a cynical laugh. "Perhaps it's to deter invading armies. I don't think even we could survive a trek like this if we were covered in full legion plate. Don't bother with Orcrest and the desert, not worth conquering."

Without answering immediately, Sabine looked to her shoulderbag, opened it, pushes aside all the thick leaves, and rummaged around painfully. She eventually pulled out a small ceramic container and handed it back to Ma'tanza. "Use some of mine now, but not all of it, please," Sabine said, feeling her face stretch as she pulled a sympathetic expression, "The ointment does not use the same ingredients as the burn balm. I can lend you what need to make some yourself when we get into camp, but I cannot make more for you. There is too much balm to make, I do not have time."

"Huh...no, Tzirret remembers people being sunburned if they were in the snow too long on clear days. What Peiter says is correct." Tzirret brought his hand up to run over his head, "But how does a light burn without heat? Ugh, now this one is even more confused."

Sabine gave an answer to at least one question, "The skin feels like fire because there is more blood trying to heal it. It makes it feel hot." Sabine ran a hand carefully down her red upper arm, "Also, I remember Meesei telling me that the Ayleids thought that light and heat were similar things. Maybe that is why they both burn."

Tzirret shook his head, "This is giving Tzirret a headache." Instead of straining his mind any further, Tzirret turned his attention to Ma'tanza. He leaned back as if he would be able to see the source of her soreness on her back, but it gave him a thought all the same. "Um, do you need help reaching your back, Ma'tanza?" He asked cautiously.