Sabine blinked a couple of times and looked ahead as they walked. "I think it might be more than just that," she murmured. "But I will wait until Gallus responds."

The knock on Gallus' door caused the man to scrunch his eyes and breathe in deeply through his nose. He knew that he couldn't stay dozing forever. Even then, by the sounds of it, whatever Peiter wanted to talk about sounded serious.

With his eyes still closed, Gallus sat up, twisted to sit over the side of his bed, and began to rub his eyes with the back of his hand. He wouldn't open up the conversation to Peiter by lying about his state of awareness, so he avoided answering his question. "Come in, Peiter," he requested with all the grumbling friendliness he could muster.

When the door slowly opened, Gallus beheld the pair at the door with a tilted head and a frown, beckoning them inside. He had dark rings under his eyes and bedraggled hair. "Good morning - ah, good morning to you too, Sabine." After running his hands down his face one more time and taking another breath, Gallus finally managed a smile. "What can I do for you two?"