Kaleeth shook her head lightly. "No, it was better you were focusing on protecting yourself. You're more important than any armor could ever be. I don't know if we'll ever be heading back there, but...well, this was going to happen eventually. Meesei did always tell me to try to avoid carrying too many things at once that I wouldn't want to lose. No point in worrying about it right now; we can just try to have breakfast with the others."

Whatever breakfast the pack was going to have, it would have to be a quick one, for Ri'vashi was intent that the camp be moved quickly. Above anything else, she wanted to get everyone to safety. The Senche-raht had not yet recovered enough to bear heavy loads, but the unwounded Senche were already preparing to pull carts. Most of the tents they were bringing were packed, and the majority of the work that remained was deciding which supplies to bring, and which to leave. Because of the number of warriors they had lost, some of their supplies, equipment, and particularly tents would no longer be needed. To save space, they would be leaving some of it behind. Meesei had found a seat on an overturned log and was watching her pack finish up their packing while she tried to finish the boar's leg she had taken as her breakfast. Around them, she could see the eyes of the other warriors on her, and hear their whispers. In the aftermath of the battle, and the rest of the night following, many rumors had been created concerting her condition. And, now that they could see her for themselves, all new rumors were forming. 

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Peiter's reaction was, perhaps, not what Gallus had been hoping for. His mood had by no means improved since speaking with Uthri, and the fact that Gallus delayed in visiting certainly did not help matters. Peiter did not greet Gallus, but instead glared. He had scarcely touched his breakfast, save for a few bites in a half-hearted effort to satisfy Uthri. Peiter looked away from Gallus, gritting his teeth. 

"You don't care." Peiter finally said, softly but firmly.