Peiter found Sabine seated on their bedroll, cross-legged and appearing so still that she could have been mistaken for a statue. She had her hands raised to either side of an empty glass vial that was slowly rotating and stopping periodically. There was a perceivable magical charge in the air.

Sabine didn't react to Peiter immediately. The vial stopped once more as he spoke and she held her mouth open as if to breath only as carefully as she could. When Peiter mentioned Tzirret, Sabine's mouth slowly closed and the grabbed the vial out of the air. The charge in the air faded along with her visible tension. "Mhm," Sabine turned her head to Peiter, "Let us go now."

Within the next minute, Peiter and Sabine were headed to Gallus' room, hand in hand. The seriousness of the situation meant that even that much affection didn't bring a smile to their faces. "Have you thought any further about what you want to say?"

Meanwhile, in Gallus' room, the occupant of the bed was still sleeping after the length and strain of the previous day. The sounds outside of his room encouraged him to consciousness, but the tension in his neck and shoulders kept him relatively still. He had only risen once to briefly relieve himself but he wanted to take all the time he could between now and hearing the scouting party's report.