Ri'vashi sighed lightly. "Some trouble sleeping. Ri'vashi doesn't know if it is anxiety, or just ill-timed lycan nightmares, but she has been stressed as of late. Luckily, she did get a decent night's rest last night, so hopefully the same will be true tomorrow. This one would like to be well-rested for the attack. Ri'vashi has lead many battles before, but never one of this scale. She supposes it will be a test to see if she is really as skilled as her father told her."

After finding a nearby tree to lean against, Ri'vashi closed her eyes and took a few moments simply to breathe deeply. "Ri'vashi wishes she could just...bring herself to relax."

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With the attack drawing ever-closer, Peiter had not been acting quite like himself. He was sitting with Sabine outside their tent, but he had been quiet, and even more unusually, somewhat distant from Sabine. There had been no hugs, kisses, or other signs of affection from him; only nervous glances and silence. Eventually, he decided suddenly to crawl into their tent with no hint as to why. He had previously told Sabine that he would not be going to sleep until at least noon the next day, then followed it with a lewd innuendo, so he was likely not retiring for the night.