"Hmhm, right," Fendros replied slowly with an amused smile. As Ahnasha continued, previously forgotten discomforts in his shoulders began to melt away. He took a slow breath and felt the freedom that he had regained thanks to Ahnasha kneading the tension away. "Ahna, I think you're a natural at this." He mumbled, starting to become sleepy. He couldn't exactly purr like Ahnasha was wont to do in this position, but he was certainly enjoying the feeling.

Across the fire, Sabine looked away from Meesei and into the ashes again. It was better than an outright no, and Sabine wasn't immediately upset. She sat in thought next to Meesei silently, before accepting the answer and staying by the fire to keep warm. It wasn't long before she decided to get up and head to her bedroll for the night. It had been another big day in terms of emotional confrontation. Thankfully, she didn't have to go back to the coven any more.

Nearby, Janius sat by the fire with his head bowed forward, letting the meat he had set over the fire start to become over-charred. Upon closer inspection, he had fallen asleep on the spot. Fendros spotted this through half-lidded eyes and leaned forward to take the spit from over the fire before the meat was completely overcooked. Fendros caught a whiff of the spices, it was familiar. "I think Janius may have tried to replicate that 'Khajiit style' you did." He took a bite before he passed the spit behind him for Ahnasha to consider. "Hungry?" He asked with his mouth full.