"Ri'vashi certainly would not mind relaxing, even just for a short time. Though, perhaps what she needs right now is just to sit down and talk. About something entirely unrelated to the attack or this march, preferably. Perhaps you want to sit down with this one for a while?" Ri'vashi asked. 

Stepping away from the tree, Ri'vashi started walking in the direction of her tent. It was unlikely that any amount of encouragement or reassuring words could truly stop her from worrying about the impending attack, but that was understandable. At the very least, she could distract herself to prevent herself from thinking about it constantly.

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Though he had been distant for the past few hours, Peiter did not reject Sabine's show of affection, but rather, embraced it readily. He reached one hand up and placed it on Sabine's cheek, then gave a soft smile. "The attack, naturally. It's all anyone's thinking about in camp. I didn't expect it to be this bad; the stress and anxiety that is. I mean, I've thought about it before in the march, and even before we found the Orcrest clan, but now it's just so...close. I'm afraid, enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. These massive battles between armies were always fun to hear about in stories, but thinking about everything that could go wrong is just too much. What if I end up fighting an opponent better than me...or just get unlucky with an arrow or spell? Everything could be over in an instant for me, and I might not be able to do anything about it. What's worse, I won't even be able to fight alongside you. How do I deal with the idea that tomorrow could be my last day on Nirn?"