While Ahnasha and Fendros went over to the water, Meesei went to collect the largest empty waterskin they had from camp. In order to catch the trog, she would need a good, watertight container. It took her a few moments to find one large enough, after which she turned her attention briefly to the others in camp. "I am going to catch some fish for us to eat, then join Ahnasha and Fendros for a swim. Any of you can join, if you wish." She offered before heading down to the edge of the river. 

Lorag had already eaten, so he wasn't too interested in the fish, but he immediately perked up at the mention of a swim. "Wait, you mean you found a spot not filled with those swimming sets of teeth? Count me in. This heat is hitting me harder than the Stormcloaks ever did." He exclaimed. He could not get up fast enough if it meant a refreshing dip in the water. 

Ahnasha lowered herself in more cautiously than Fendros, but her reaction was essentially the same. Even if the water in Black Marsh was warm compared to most rivers and lakes, it was just as refreshing compared to the heat of the air around them. She almost wished it was safe to swim all the way to Thorn, because she would do so in a heartbeat. Once Fendros surfaced, she moved to a shallow part of the large pond they were in and laid down on her stomach, crossing her arms and resting her head on them. "Most of the soreness is in my lower back, so you should put most of the salve there." She advised. When he asked about her preference for a beard, she smiled and looked back at him. "Well...it's no secret that Khajiit find a nice, strong mane to be attractive. Dunmer might not be able to grow a mane like Khajiit, but a thick, glorious beard...that could be just as good." She said with a grin as she reached back and lightly stroked his chin.