Being in the city, in particular a bedroom for the first time in months, Fendros' mind defaulted to worrying about Ahnasha getting caught nude next to him. Once he realised just how unnecessary the thought was between the fact that they were in a private room and that he no longer had his birth family around to chide him, he almost laughed. It came out as a smile as Ahnasha laid herself next to him. He looked to Ahnasha's bulging middle as she talked about how the moon phases would align by the time she was due. 

At first, Fendros paused to think. It took him a few moments of frowning to himself to figure out what to ask. "So it's to be a child that will be different from the both of us." He looked at Ahnasha with a slightly worried expression. "I had been thinking that as long as the child could communicate, I could connect with it. I don't have any doubt that I could love it. But... it's not likely to look anything like me." In Fendros' tone it was clear that he was trying to avoid making it sound as if he was concerned, but internally he was worried. "Will it accept me as a father?"

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A wide smile formed across Ariel's face. Knowing that Rukeewei was going out of his way to help her, she excitedly reached for his hand and grasped it in both of hers. "Oh, thank you, Rukeewei!" She said gratefully while shaking his hand. Letting go of his hand, Ariel explained further at a fast pace, "Now, it might be a few days before I get a shop up and running, and even then, I might still be looking for the appropriate ingredients and suppliers for them. I'll keep you updated and let you know if I need to borrow your skin. Well, with the rest of you attached of course, heh." Ariel smiled away her embarrassingly strange words. "Uhm, in the meantime, I'm going to try to get to know the city a little better. However I can. Meesei over there,-" Ariel gestured to the table, "-she's been teaching me a bit about Argonian culture, history, even a bit of Jel. Sometimes I feel like I need a tongue twice as long as the one I have to pronounce some things, but I know enough to hold a simple conversation."

Over by the table, a wheezing cough sounded after Janius took his first swig. "They serve these in mugs?!" Janius remarked weakly and breathlessly as his throat recovered, "This is stronger than stuff they sell in the smaller cups in Cyrodiil." Janius swallowed, cleared his throat and wiped his eyes. He continued with his regular voice, though with a little more gravel in it, "Phew, I'll have to nurse this one like a broken leg." Janius sniffed and put down his drink for a moment. "Anyway, where were we? Oh yeah, so what [i]does[/i] your name translate to, Meesei?" Janius raised an eyebrow at Meesei. He had a feeling that his curiosity might be satisfied with something amusing, but it might be interesting all the same.