"Farewell, Marcaille." Fendros unfolded his arms and waved to the alchemist on the way out.

On the walk back, Fendros had his brow lowered in thought, but it may not have been exactly about what Ahnasha was concerned about. They walked along in silence for barely a minute before Fendros said anything.

"Ahna," Fendros said in a surprisingly puzzled manner. "I don't want to sound superstitious, or paranoid, or anything but...don't you feel like there's something we're missing about Marcaille?" Fendros raised an eyebrow and turned his head to face Ahnasha while they walked. "Something doesn't seem right. I know Marcaille seems fine and she's undoubtedly an expert -- we're lucky to have found her, though..." Fendros looked ahead, tensed his lips up, and sucked in a breath through his teeth. "I don't know."

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After another several minutes giving La'khay some comfort, Sabine eventually picked up on Peiter's emotions again. There was little purpose in making Peiter sit through this all with how tense he seemed to be getting. Sabine rose up from her seat on the bed next to La'khay and tilted her head to speak to her.

"La'khay, we are sorry. We must be going." Sabine reached a hand out to her shoulder. "Let us know if you need anything. We are here for you, like you were for us." Sabine wrapped her arms around La'khay and gave her one, last, long hug. When she pulled away, Sabine gestured to where she could see their painting in the corner of the room. "We will take the painting over to our belongings so we do not forget it. Thank you again for making it for us. We will see you both later." Sabine waved to La'tahne as well. "Bye."

Even though it may have seemed abrupt, Sabine walked over to take Peiter's hand after she picked up the painting and walked him outside of the room. Once they were in the hallway, Sabine stopped, leaned the painting against the wall, and took Peiter's hand between hers. "Are you okay?" she asked with a look of worry.