A few little thoughts passed through Sabine's mind as she walked with Peiter to La'tahne's room. The friends and families of the warriors reminded her to do a round of the various people she had befriended in the clans to give farewells before noon. The smell of food in the air also brought her appetite out of hiding. As well, she needed to make sure that her own alchemical supplies were stocked for the march. Peiter may not have wanted her to run out of certain kinds of ingredients, but he would unfortunately not be indulged so. By her estimates, she would either have to ration heavily or simply have Peiter exercise patience on the way back. Then again, if she used La'khay's advice...

The train of thought was interrupted when Peiter silently expressed reluctance to knock on La'tahne's door. Despite also hearing the sounds within, Sabine was not as concerned. Even she doubted that they wouldn't close the door properly if anything private was behind it. She did not hesitate to step up and rap her fist against the wood three times. "La'tahne? La'khay?" Sabine called out in a friendly voice, "It is me and Peiter." Sabine made sure not to open the door regardless of her apparent confidence.