Albali bites her tongue - quite literally - to keep herself from vocalizing her impatience with the antics of the druid and the fairy. Admittedly, she didn't have enough experience of battles and raids to know whether or not this was the sort of thing that happened all the time, but she had a strong suspicion that it was not. On the other hand, if Ambrosia continued to smell like the inside of the naga, they wouldn't have to worry about whether someone would see or hear them. The only way to hide her would have been to put her downwind. Or... perhaps they would have confused her for that blighted bug-elf returned from a delinquent watch?<br/><br/>As soon as the two of them finished, though, she waved the lot of her compatriots toward the door she'd been waiting at. "Clear out the other barracks, then, so we don't end up with a pesterance at our backs? Always better to keep all of your enemies on one side of you, I think.  If Kaheksia's sister is already down with the young things, there's no sense trying to sneak to them. Turilia, if you still have enough rope, we could tie that one to a bed. I'm sure some of them--" she motioned vaguely in the direction of Xarithe and Ambrosia, but took in Eiyre as well "--know an elaborately knot for just such a thing."