[Not talking to Jusis hurts. Despite not getting along, seeing him makes the little spark in Gaius' chest light up painfully. He really, really doesn't like being at odds with him. But he's determined, so instead of trying to discuss it again he just nods his acknowledgement, hands the reins of an already-packed horse to Jusis, and mounts his own.]

If we make good time we should reach their camp by midday.

[This war has been going on so long the border is not very wide. In the dark, the lights of the enemy camp are visible. It won't be a long trip, but it must by nature be a bit longer than it could be, since it's best to slip in from the side. Going in the front is just inviting disaster.]