Colors nodded with a grin. "Oh yes, there are many women in the clan who I consider quite dear. The longer you say here, the more I think you will find that there is a lot of...beauty in the Khajiit people. Of many kinds."

Looking away for a brief moment, Colors' expression quickly returned from lighthearted to serious. He frowned, seemingly at nothing, then looked over to Newt. "Ah, but, not like you. You have a cu-, or, um, hatchling. That's the word. What is his name?" 

Kaleeth seemed slightly confused. It was a strange question for an Argonian to ask, as most hatchlings of Newt's age would have no name. It seemed like any Argonian would know that a name was not given until the child's naming day. Although, given that he had almost forgotten the word for an Argonian child, it was possible that Colors was raised far from Argonian culture. 

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Peiter had been looking up at the canopy while Sabine was laying down, so he was somewhat surprised to feel her at his side, and that she was resting her head on his shoulder. Regardless, he did not move from his position. When she asked about his parents, he raised his head up slightly to look down at her curiously. The question seemed rather random, so he had to think for a moment to answer. 

"My parents? My...father was a guard in Chorrol, and my mother was a farmer. They didn't own any land, though. My mother worked for a local landowner just outside the walls. Or, well, I shouldn't say 'was.' They're not dead or anything, at least not that I know. It's just that, once I turned, all of that started to seem like a whole different life. They're good people; not perfect, but good people. My father makes more gold than my mother, but...isn't that great at saving it. Even so, they probably could save enough to buy some land of their own, but my mother never wanted to take the risk. They cared about me, and all my other siblings, though. The reason they were sending me and my sister to Bruma was because one of my uncles has a farm near there, and they were hoping that, if we helped to work it long enough, we might inherit it one day, since he didn't have any children of his own." Peiter explained, though the entire time, he did not even notice that he had not stopped looking down at her.

"Why do you ask?" He said with genuine curiosity in his tone.