Ri'vashi gave a brief, subtle nod. "It's always good to have another pair of eyes. You can stop by one of the healers' tents if you need a potion to help you keep awake, if you intend on joining me all night."

Ri'vashi headed straight to the edge of camp, behind one of the barriers she had helped create an hour prior. Altogether, there were over a dozen warriors on watch in a perimeter around the camp, with more soldiers at the ready inside the camp if the alarm was sounded. Beyond that, there were scouts patrolling a relatively wide area surrounding them, but even so, Ri'vashi was not content with anything less than her personal oversight for their defense. She did not even sit, but stood with her gaze cast out into the forest. Her katana was at least sheathed at this point, but she looked ready to fight in an instant. Still, she did not restrict herself from speaking with Gallus. The stress she was under did bleed through into their conversation, despite her professionalism.

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In the tent with Meesei, Marcaille and Sabine eventually began taking turns between healing and resting. Meesei held the occasional conversation with both, but she could not even keep up a false good mood as her body continued to weaken. Her voice grew more faint, and her muscles more sore. She never stopped her own efforts with her restoration magic, but both of her healers would easily be able to feel that it was waning. In the earliest hours of the morning, when Marcaille took over for Sabine once more to allow her to sleep, even breathing looked like a chore for her. 

Day broke only a few hours later, after which there were voices in the tent which would likely awaken Sabine. Whatever fears or expectations she might have held for the morning before falling asleep, they would almost certainly be broken by reality. Marcaille had stepped out, while the Cathay healer, Jo'fasa, had taken over. However, instead of him standing over her at the table, Meesei was actually [i]standing[/i] in front of him. In an absolute sense, she still looked terrible. Her legs were quivering to merely keep her standing, and the scars of her wounds were all still plainly visible. But, she was certainly more lively, and her voice stronger, if slightly hoarse. 

"Champion, this is all...great, but...you really shouldn't be standing right now." Jo'fasa protested. 

Meesei simply smiled. "I should not be alive right now, but you might say that I am disobeying..." She began, her gaze shifting down to Sabine. "...on both accounts."