"You should have a drink, it'll soothe those nerves," Dehak said, ever blunt and curt with his words. However, he seemed to consider them even as he'd said it. His face softened, and he searched for Bree's eyes to hold her attention. He had a persistently analytical look to his eyes, hinting to a sharpness buried beneath all the muscle and bravado.
He followed her gaze to where she was looking, and then looked back to her. All around them were centaurs relaxing after a day. There was a centaur fresh from the surgeon's drinking off the pain next to a group of eager young colts making merry together. Warriors and mothers with their children. Everybody ate in the common tents it seemed.
"If it's too crowded, we can eat outside." he said, smiling just the slightest.
"Besides, I wanted to ask you more about the desert, and it's loud in here."