Meesei's words brought up Fendros' previous reservations. With more justification being behind her words, in that they were based on knowledge more than hunches, Fendros backed down. "You're... you're right, Meesei," he said, disappointed and a little defeated. "I just don't know what else there is..." Suddenly, they were back where they started, facing a problem neither of them knew how to approach. Fendros hung his head and reached out to hold Ahnasha's hand. It was upsetting and frustrating just how little he felt he could do. "Thank you for your counsel, Meesei," he said in a low voice, before letting go of Ahnasha's hand and heading to his bedroll. He had to have a serious think about whether he wanted to find out more about this magic. The dangers were real, but so was the hope. Whether he would be able to go through with it was no simple question to answer. He lay down on one side, awake on his bedroll, hunched and quiet. He was hiding just how uncomfortable he was with it all now, while at the same time trying to think over the noise by the campfire. Even if it was years ahead, to look to Ahnasha's death and the curse that would follow, and with so little control over it all, it was only taking away more of his spirit. He didn't realise at the time that he was worrying more than he was thinking, but it would likely not help him any more with getting to sleep.

"Oh!" Ariel went rather wide eyed at Lorag before looking away. She supposed she had no one to blame but herself for giving Lorag such an excuse to strip down, but it was confronting all the same. She was so distracted that she quickly forgot what the question was. "Um, yes- I mean no- I mean... oh I'll just drink." Ariel took a large swig of her full mug of sujamma and tried to think of a question for Janius, who was laughing heartily. "Janius, do you... do you all do this?" She asked slightly nervously.

"Well, of course!" Janius said proudly, before leaning over and putting his hand on Ariel's shoulder clumsily. "I can take off my clothing as well, if it pleases you."

With cheeks as red as beetroots at the entire situation, Ariel stammered. "N-no, that's- it's quite alright. Lorag, could you please dress yourself? I'm sorry, I'm-I'm not used to it."