The work in front of Ma'tanza locked into sense in Sabine's mind. The way she was making the potions was slightly different to how Sabine did it but she could tell that it would still be effective.

Sabine stepped up to the bench. "I can help you make potions if you like," she said as she reached for some of the ingredients. She had made so many healing potions by now that she was convinced she could make them in her sleep. Talking with Ma'tanza while they worked would be no extra challenge.

"Ma'tanza, um." Sabine's smile lowered as she looked at her work, "Has Tzirret told you that he is joining the march?" Sabine's eyes flicked up to Ma'tanza and back down to the alchemy just as quickly. "What did he tell you about his role?"

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Tzirret looked down, flattened his ears, and balled his fists. "They want to coddle Tzirret," he hissed with quiet restraint, "They do not think he is capable. But he is! He can-"

There was an involuntary flinch from Tzirret's shoulder as La'tahne laid her hand upon it. He looked up to La'tahne with a small measure of surprise. Her words turned Tzirret's expression into a mix of confusion and unease. "His...face?" Tzirret asked slowly. It seemed a sudden and unusual shift of the subject. "W-what does La'tahne mean?"