Gallus tapped Ri'vashi on her cheek. "That's the spirit!" He pushed off the chair and patiently waited for her to finish packing up. "Nothing special, just heading to the dining chamber -- or, it's more of a common room now that most people have safe spots to cook these days. Just a catch up and a chat, no strings attached."

When Ri'vashi was eventually ready to leave, the pair proceeded to the hall that served a similar purpose to the dining chamber in the Bruma clanhome. Much of the food rations were laid out here to be handed out and there were rows of tables, seats, and fire pits to proceed with them. Most of the Blackreach clan still prepared and ate their meals here with their packs by habit. Though, many packs were constructing their own fire pits nearer to their quarters in the extra space that the city provided.

At the door, Gallus turned around and raised a hand to stop Ri'vashi. "Now, some of these folks have been to the bottom of a few cups by now. Just tell them to shove off if they annoy you, alright?" Gallus smiled and turned to continue without elaborating.

After Gallus collected a mug of ale and allowed Ri'vashi to find a drink of her choice, he lead her past a table of his friends from various places around the clan, including Uthri. Notably, very few of them were soldiers, making the reaction to Ri'vashi similar to Gallus himself; a small collective cheer of their names, raising mugs of home made ale, and a quick resuming of their previous conversations. Gallus gave a wave and a greeting. None of them except one or two looked nervous at having Ri'vashi near, but none seemed especially interested in engaging Ri'vashi or Gallus right now.

Instead of pushing the usually less-than-social Ri'vashi into the deep end, Gallus lead her to the end of a different table where the two could sit without being interrupted. "So, how have you been lately? I don't imagine your role tends to get any less stressful these days."