As Kaleeth and Vera were passing through an unpopulated hallway on their way to the classroom, she saw the hints of Vera's true mood. Seeing the sudden shift made Kaleeth noticeably more sympathetic to Vera. She could imagine losing her husband would be painful by itself, but to have to act like nothing was wrong as well? It was something Kaleeth hoped they could somehow make right in the future. 

When they reached the classroom, Kaleeth was not really sure what she should say to the children. Fortunately, it did not seem like she would have to say anything, as Vera got started with her lesson almost right away. Despite all being lycans, the children all seemed just as lively and...innocent as any hatchling she had seen back in her village. The fact that they, and everyone around them, had ferocious beasts within them did not seem to matter to their young minds. True, they could not transform themselves, but it was still a though that made her smile. As for the lesson itself, Kaleeth likely did not have to worry about becoming bored, as it was about something she was interest in. She did not know how to read in Cyrodilic either.

"Imagination'll get you killed if it doesn't come with sense." Lorag retorted. He obviously was not budging on his position, as he was certain he was in the right. The fact that Harriet was far too stubborn to listen did not seem to matter to him. 

"That style gives too little and takes too much. Sure, you won, but you could probably beat him with about anything around here. Fact is, two swords isn't efficient. If you fought someone just as good as you with a different setup, you'd lose. Not without some dumb luck saving you." Just like with his own pack, Lorag did not hesitate with criticism. Everyone who had ever trained him had been a taskmaster of some form or another, so doing the same was natural for him.

Immediately after he finished speaking, he gave a glance to the Redguard. "She's not wrong 'bout the reach, though. Press every advantage you got."