"Hmm, yeah, the rest of us have it easy. We can take off our coverings, yours is part of your skin." Fendros replied. At first he thought it strange that someone who's racial heritage laid in a desert and jungle clad land such as Elsweyr would mind the heat so much, but it was reasonable with the humidity, not to mention her condition. "I don't know how Meesei and the Argonians bear this place, they mustn't have any sweat pores at all." Fendros smiled reached for Ahnasha's hand. He wasn't sure whether feeling close to her was going to overcome the sticky heat from each of their skins for a prolonged period, but he savoured it all the same. "Tell you what, once your remedies take effect, how would you like to take a dip in the water? I can give your back a rub if you would like. I think we still have some of Ariel's salve, right?"

With one hand clasped in the other, Ariel craned her neck upwards at the Hist tree's leaves. "I have to admit, there's a tad less reverence and fanfare than I'm used to, but I think it's mostly Daedra who are into that sort of thing." Ariel opened her mouth slightly and stayed silent, as if trying to listen for something. "It seems almost... inconsequential in comparison to the other trees. It's interesting that they hold such a presence within them." After another moment of trying to listen, Ariel gave up, closed her mouth and looked at Meesei again, "Is it whispering to you?"

Only just now making her presence known with light footsteps on the detritus-covered ground, Sabine edged forward and stood next to her sister with her eyes locked on the tree's bulbous trunk. She too was curious, especially with the prospect that one of these trees might be able to relieve her mind of her constant fears and mental scarring. It had been something occupying her mind for virtually the entire journey. To see a Hist tree for the first time was exciting as it was intimidating, but she didn't show any such reactions.