Peiter felt the sting of Sabine’s touch for only a brief moment before her magic started to numb the area. He sat up, supporting his upper body with his arms, tilting his head back, and letting out a long sigh. “Yeah, I’d like to avoid that. Luckily, a cactus is a lot more obvious of a thing than a thornbush. As much as I’m sure you love to practice your healing on me, the pain [i]really[/i] isn’t worth it.” He commented.

As Sabine moved higher up his legs, Peiter was able to lean forward and plant a kiss on the side of her head. “I definitely appreciate it, though. There are some parts of me that are really, [i]really[/i] painful to have burned. And all the walking along with it…we can’t get out of this desert fast enough.”

Kaleeth chuckled. “If Janius tried that, I’d probably be rubbing him down with the balm within a day. It gets cold in this desert at night, and I’m not going to have him laying on the other side of the tent afraid to touch me. He’s probably more afraid of upsetting me than the actual pain.”

There was no shortage of empty, open areas in and around camp, so they were quick to find a good place to spar. Kaleeth took the practice sword in a two-handed grip and stood in a ready-position. “I think we can just go ahead and spar. I might get exhausted after a few drills.”