"Well, I know that now might not be the best period of time, but after all...you know." Vera was clearly trying to move on quickly, "W-what I'm trying to say is that if anyone in your pack wants to learn as well, they're free to join in as well." Vera smiled and firmly nodded. 

Thankfully for Vera's emotions, Kaleeth had another question to move the conversation along. Vera placed a hand on her chest and laughed, before shaking her head and clarifying, "Oh, no no no. Most learned beforehand, mainly those who turned after being educated. I'm not the only teacher, though, and there are also those who don't want to learn to read and write. They make their own lives harder by doing so, but it's their choice." Vera looked blankly ahead for a while, even the slight pause was not at all relaxing for her. "Say, do you like apples? It's a bit of a tradition for teachers to have apples." Vera stood up and walked quickly over to a shelf on the other side of the room that housed a bowl full of deep red shiny circular shapes, "Sometimes I like to partake for breaks like this." Vera plucked out one of the apples and turned around to show Kaleeth.

Carana actually looked to Safina and looked puzzled. Meesei's question had left her unsure. Sabine seemed to understand with more clarity and her eyes went wide. Behind Carana and Safina, Sabine hurriedly drew her dagger from her belt and stepped up to the flask. Without any hesitation she held her knife with one hand on the handle and the other on the blade, held them over the flask, then pulled. The dagger didn't make any sound louder than Sabine's sharp intake of breath as it cut shallowly into her hand, but it was the quickest way for droplets of Sabine's blood to hit the mixture in the flask.

Safina noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye and gasped at the scene. Carana was similarly shocked when she realised what happened as well.

Sabine slowly retracted her bleeding palm and looked to Meesei guiltily. "It is infected now. It will work."

Knowing that sympathy wasn't a particularly appreciated Orcish sentiment, Harriet gave an acknowledging nod to one side to hear about Lorag's parents. At least as Harriet finished her stretch, Lorag had something else to say.

"Eh, Malacath might be part of the problem," Harriet began, "I mean, the strength and independence thing is all well and good, but what got me annoyed was all the 'vengeance' this and 'we've been wronged' that when it was for stuff that really didn't matter." Harriet glanced past Lorag and started to stand up. Benilada, a lithe but certainly not fragile looking Dunmer woman with training pads similar to Gerald's, was walking towards them. "We'll have to continue this chat later. Time to keep training." Harriet gave Benilada a grin as she closed in, "Alright, Benny, time to cover that weakness you have against spears. Get yourself a weapon and toss me a training spear from the rack."

Benilada didn't seem nearly as nervous as Gerald did. If anything she seemed slightly annoyed at Harriet mentioning her weakness in combat. "Yes, alpha," Benilada said clinically.

To this, Harriet swung her head and exhaled sharply. "For goodness sake, Benny, I told you once, I told you a hundred times, call me Harriet. You don't need to title me to give me respect."

"Oh, right, sorry," Benilada at least seemed a bit more human in her response before she passed Harriet a spear with a small swaddled cloth instead of a point.

"You got any tips for this one, Big Boy? She's a little greener than Gerald."