Tzirret sniffed, not ready to say anything just yet. However, he held a little hope in his eyes after hearing what Peiter said.

Sabine answered Peiter without much pause for thought. "I would have a reason to be angry at you. Even once I had calmed down I would wish that you would understand why I was angry." Sabine glanced to Tzirret and was glad to see that he appeared to be listening. She continued answering Peiter, "I am not sure whether there would be anything that would make it up to me except understanding and promising to be better in the future. Ma'tanza could be different, though." Sabine turned her head to Tzirret and gave an encouraging look. "What do you think Ma'tanza would like you to do, Tzirret?"

With the attention back on him, Tzirret looked down at the back of his hands on his lap again. After another sniff - it sounding like he was clearing up now - he gave a quiet answer. "It depends. She...probably just does not want Tzirret to try and lie to her to make him look better. If he tells her that he never wants to lie to her, or hurt her...maybe." Tzirret let out the rest of his breath, "But it might be too late. She probably hates Tzirret now. He has failed."

"I do not think she has decided to forsake you Tzirret," Sabine said with a smile.

Tzirret lifted his upper lip in disgust. "How does Sabine know?" he spat.

The answer was simple on Sabine's lips, "How hurt would you have to be in order to forsake Ma'tanza?"

In response, Tzirret stayed silent and softened his expression. Sabine raised her brow and looked to Peiter again. If there was anything more he wanted to add, now was the time, but it was getting to the point where Tzirret was close to hearing all he needed to.

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Though Gallus' breath had quickened, it could not be heard over the murmur of the meeting room and the creak of the doors as he made his entrance. He scanned the room quickly and located Ri'vashi and Meesei in short order, returning Ri'vashi's nod with a smile.

Gallus made his way between Meesei and Ri'vashi and addressed them both as well as he could. "Afternoon," he began, "Sorry I'm a bit late. I had some personal errands to run. What's the mood like? Is the news going to be good?"