Gallus did not lead Peiter out of view from the camp, just far enough away for some privacy.

Leaning against a large rock and crossing his arms, Gallus regarded Peiter with a moderate look of concern. "How are you feeling, Peiter? How is your arm?" Gallus thought back to the screaming he heard from his previous Argonian prisoner and took a long blink to rid himself of it. "Not too many phantom pains, I hope?"

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Sabine watched on with curiosity as Meesei stood up to go to her tent. It seemed abrupt for Meesei to be going to bed now. Sabine's first thoughts went to Meesei's silver poisoning. Even though they had been getting little pieces out and Meesei was only getting better each day, this looked like a sign that there was a problem.

It was once Meesei was in her tent that Sabine decided to stand up and walk after her. She knelt down and carefully pushed aside the entrance flap, looking inside with a knotted brow. "Meesei?" she asked. "Are you okay? Do you need me to make you medicine?"