If there was one more upside to being under the influence of moon sugar and drink in this situation, it was that it dulled the pain of being thrown around. Gallus gave Ri'vashi a grin and spoke patiently. "That's quite alright. Relax." He brought his arms around and kissed her again, pulling away a few times to add, "Speak to me...do what feels right...try not to kill me."

What followed was an especially unique experience in bed for Gallus. He tried his level best to make Ri'vashi's first time an enjoyable one. However, he had to exercise some creativity given their proportions. Between the near-death experiences and exploring what worked with Ri'vashi, he had no room in his drug-addled mind to ask why in Oblivion he was doing this. Although, perhaps he should have been paying more attention to the niggling feeling in his mind that he was forgetting something.

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"Hm," Janius agreed, "And attacking a stronghold, too. We haven't had that experience since..." Janius' eyes darted to Fendros and Ahnasha momentarily, "...well, since Black Marsh." He looked to the fire again. "At least we'll not be fighting alongside those dreadful cultists, however effective they were."

Fendros didn't seem to react to his and Ahnasha's traumatic experience being skirted along, but he didn't stick to the subject. "It's been a long time since any of us have faced a challenge like this. I must be going soft, I feel far too nervous." Fendros failed to admit that it was mostly residual from worrying about Rhazii, but Ahnasha would at least know that. "How is everyone else feeling?" he asked.