Meesei let out a sigh, knowing that her attempts at hiding her troubles had been rather futile. She shifted to sit cross-legged, then shook her head lightly. "No, I am not afraid, not truly. Nervous, certainly. All of the responsibilities I have been taking on, all of the duties I have been performing, it is just the start of years of work. Granted, I will not be as busy as I have been for the entire duration, but it is important work. Exceedingly important. The decisions I make, and how I carry them out, will affect the lives of everyone in this clan, and likely every lycan in Tamriel. What we do in this war could save them all, or get nearly every one killed. It is a great burden and...a difficult one to have looming over me. I am sure that Vera and her lieutenants have been feeling it as well, though I have had little rest to calm my nerves." The simple act of talking about the issue was somewhat cathartic for Meesei. With the clan, and even the rest of her pack to a lesser extent, she needed to maintain an air of strength and certainty. She could not afford to let them begin doubting her, but with Sabine, she did not feel such a strong restriction, likely because of the fact that she had helped Sabine to overcome her own issues in the past. It gave a certain connection between their situations. "Perhaps my excuse had merit? Relaxing does seem like an appealing idea." --- Ahnasha accepted the tea without protest, though she found it somewhat difficult to balance holding Rhazii in one arm, while holding the cup in such a way as not to burn herself. Even if it had contained moon sugar, she would not have complained; it might have provided some relief to the pain she was anticipating. At the very least, she found the tea to be quite good on its own, particularly its sweetness. She sat it down carefully on her left side, keeping the hot liquid far from Rhazii. Like Fendros, Ahnasha was not sure where Najirra was going with his opening question. Although, she was not nearly as quick to openly question him. Perhaps he intended to build up to the more major issues, or perhaps the magic she could feel permeating the air would give him what he needed merely by being present? In any case, she could play along for now. "Well, today has been uneventful. I helped with chores this morning, as did most in the clan. Nothing else has happened of interest, apart from Meesei acting strangely at lunch. Lorag things that she is overworking herself, but I think she knows what she is doing. Besides, it isn't as if she can ignore her responsibilities." Ahnasha explained. --- "Oh, I don't think there were a hundred hunters there. It was hard to tell, though; they did fill the hallway." Kaleeth answered. There was one thing about the children she recognized quite easily, which was their fascination with stories, especially unbelievable ones. They liked of heroes and powerful warriors defeating evil. They especially liked the exaggerations, as their conversation showed. "Anyway, Meesei, um, the Champion, says that I am stronger than any werewolf. Um, in actual strength, that is. Fighting is a lot harder than just being strong. Others are fast, like Ahnasha, or really smart like the Champion." Kaleeth added, though even she did not seem to be able to deflate their enthusiasm. "Yeah, but you can just cut through everything with your teeth! Can we see? It sounds amazing." The Bosmer boy responded. The Elven girl also seemed to like the idea and smiled. "Yeah, I want to see a werecrocodile!" Soon enough, the entire crowd of children were asking her to transform, and while Kaleeth had been flattered by the attention, she was suddenly quite nervous once again. It was true that she had fed recently in a hunt, but she had never transformed just...to transform. She did not know if that was a good idea, but she could not think of what to do without disappointing them.