Peiter's blank expression did manage to brighten slightly when Sabine approached him, though it was not by a great deal. He was once again becoming frustrated at the surprising difficulty that some common tasks now carried for him. Even something as simple as eating could cause him a measure of annoyance. 

Regardless of his general depression, Peiter was at least still trying to keep up positive spirits around Sabine. He gave a half-hearted smile in return, stood to his feet, and steadied himself briefly on her shoulder. Even his balance was feeling off. "Yeah, sure. What do you want?"

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In Ri'vashi's tent, it appeared she was about to retire early for the night. Her tent was fairly bare, since there was no point in unpacking any of the tables she had previously used for planning, but she had organized her belongings fairly neatly on the ground. She had her armor arranged in one corner, and by the hammers nearby, it seemed as if she had been hammering out dents. She had evidently washed her clothing, as it was all hanging from a string tied across the tent to dry. They were at the very edge of the forest, about to head into the desert, so they would not be able to use water liberally after the next day. 

Ri'vashi herself was laying on her bedroll, and had to roll over to face Gallus. "Oh, Gallus. Did something happen?" She asked, her hand moving reflexively to the katana beside her bedroll.