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Laenaia was taken aback by Saul's sudden outburst. She surely didn't expect him to lash back with so much passion despite his apparent disdain of their presence during their travel to Tuleria. Yet, here he was, angry at her for the implication that he didn't care of their well-being. She didn't know how to take this revelation. Was she elated? That he was more approachable than she initially thought? Was she angry? That he thought she couldn't take care of herself? or was she concerned? He'd outdo himself trying to watch over them all the time without help.

She huffed upon hearing the lizardfolks comment over-clothings, "The sun rays are worse for my health than its heat and it could do much worse to my skin than what too much sweating could, not all of us has skins that could be shed like yours, lizards."

She nodded to James, "Not having to look at my back every so often would be nice." She turned to face her guide before they depart. "Though, before we go, is there anything you can tell me about the good doctor? Or a warning?"