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Sarek peeked an eye open to look outside, but he knew he wasn't needed to help with the situation, Deitra seemed to have it under control, and he couldn't anything to help anyway, and would just be a nuisance. It was best if he just waited for someone to come for him. He wasn't that skilled in soothing other's mental pains, at least by what he thought. He can heal most physical wounds, but not those that don't leave a mark or a scar, that don't draw blood. By his estimate, his inability to soothe others fears was product of his long life, his mind worked differently than anyone elses.

Deitra noticed Kat following her and grinned. "Come on, I don't mind sharing," she said, inviting the girl into the room she had picked out. It was spacious with a large bed, and Deitra hoped that would keep Kat off the floor for one night.

"No need, I'm meeting Warren tomorrow afternoon to get some stuff," she replied cheerfully, closing the drapes to block the light of the setting sun. "And you can sleep on the bed, I have ways of protecting myself," she added with a shake of her head.

Sarek popped an eye open and looked around, guessing that everyone was asleep. Stretching his back to the left, Sarek vaulted out of the seat, landing lightly on his feet. Walking rather quickly but quietly, he avoided any creaks in the floor, before jumping through he doorway and rolling to his feet. Once outside, he took in his surroundings, until he spotted a dead leafless tree not to far from the cottage, or whatever the owner of the domicile wished it classified. Putting his hand up to the poor plant as he reached it, he came to the absolute decision that life no longer flowed through it.

Nodding to himself, he began doing his exercises, in sets of ten, from punches to kicks. His counting became steady, "Ichi, ni, san, shi, go, roku, shichi, hachi, ku, juu. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Ein, zwei, drei, vier, funf, sechs, sieben, acht, neun, zehn." His language unconsciously flipped after each set of ten, but he didn't truly notice.

Sarek shook his head as he finished, not tired but knowing he did enough, that was usually how he had to time his work outs, whenever he thought he'd done enough. Putting a hand on the tree, he nodded, give it a quick thank you, before walking further out into the clearing, and began practicing a large combination martial arts, showing a large amount of grace, dexterity, strength, and agility in doing so. In truth that's why he did it, what was the point of being healthy if one didn't work for it? Plus the rigorous, or normally rigorous, exercise was good at emptying his mind. He needed it after the day that had transpired, killing even more men, almost killing an innocent child because he was lending a hand, on accident of course, but death is death, even if it isn't inclined.

Sarek continued his exercises until dawn, after all, he really didn't need sleep and practicing his routine drill of martial arts wouldn't tire him for days, and even then only slight. Not even sweat had broken across his brow. Stretching, he looked around. The sun had risen, but by his guess, it was only about six to seven in the morning, and he doubted that any of the others were awake by now. Laughing a little to himself, he went back to the dead tree, finding a rather large branch that had fallen earlier. Satisfied, he cut off a bit of the branch about half a foot wide, tall, and long with a blade of light...laser. He was never going to get used to calling it as such... Shrugging, he sat down, leaning against the dead giant, and started scorching a design into it with a solid looking white beam of heat.