"Now it's feeling a bit less easy. That's good." Gallus smiled and clapped his hands together, "Let's carry this out at first light. Until then, everyone, good evening."

Gallus turned and walked off as the meeting adjourned. He could still see a few minor hiccups that could possibly affect the plan, but nothing that had great enough likelihood to address. Only time would tell if it would work.

That night, once the sun had gone down and almost everyone had retired to their beds, Janius laid with Kaleeth in his arms, who in turn held onto a peacefully sleeping Newt. Janius had walked the day after the sandstorm with endless questions about the scratches and bite marks on his skin inflicted from before. He had managed to play it off as Leaps-On-Elves feeling too playful that morning. Though, the truth was that he and Kaleeth [i]did[/i] have to use the rope after a while.

It was a new experience, to say the least. Janius wasn't sure how he felt about it just yet. Due to how tiring it was, the speed at which camp was broken in the morning, and the lack of privacy during the day, they had not really had time to talk about it properly. He had been meaning to address it later, but he never really got around to it until now, a week later.

"Kaleeth, love," Janius whispered so as not to wake Newt, "About that night, the sandstorm. How are you feeling?"