The reassurance from Thorantilth didn't cause Sabine to be any less comfortable at least, but on the outside she didn't seem to react as she walked. Her head was still forward and her shoulders were still hunched. On the inside, however, her anxiety had stopped escalating on its own, at least for the moment. This would just be a harmless opening trial, apparently.

On the way to Thorantilth's quarters, an Argonian boy who looked about in his mid-teens, similar to Sabine, approached the three. His scale colouring was tan, like Thorantilth, but he wasn't covered in nearly as many tattoos. There were no fins on his head either, only a couple of stubby horns. [i]"Father, I cleaned up as you asked,"[/i] the boy said to Thorantilth in Jel, causing Sabine to look up a little. Apart from having her head lowered, Sabine stared at him blankly as usual. The boy was curious and looked blankly back for a moment, before continuing, [i]"Is this the outsider who wants to bind with the hist?"[/i] He managed a small smile and extended a hand. "Hello. My name is Tunxeek," he said in Cyrodilic of all things. His accent was about as good as his father Thorantilth's, but his words were slightly slower. Sabine didn't do anything except continue to stare. Tunxeek had no idea about Sabine's disposition to strangers, so after a moment passed he looked at Thorantilth with confusion when she didn't react to his greeting. [i]"Did I say something wrong?"[/i]

Janius was spending some time oiling his armour by the time Kaleeth-Rei returned. Janius smiled right back at her when he saw her, but was taken off guard with her greeting kiss. He had completely forgotten about that. Before he could properly explain, there was an offer to go swimming. He didn't see why not, the weather hadn't changed much after all, spending some time in the water would be refreshing. "Greetings. Yes, that sounds like a good idea," he said, putting down the shinguard he was cleaning and getting up. Janius began to walk, but spoke on the way, "By the way, I should properly explain the kiss, I am sorry for not making it clear earlier." He said slowly and seriously, but still with a smile on his face. It was an amusing situation after all. "In Cyrodiil, men kiss beautiful women on the hand for first greeting," He tried slowly, using gestures and pointing to either of them to indicate 'men', 'beautiful women', 'hand', and so on, "People only kiss other people on their lips when they are family, or they are courting." Janius realised that perhaps 'courting' was not a common word, and glanced around as he tried to think of another way to explain it. "Uh, courting is... when you, um..." his palms faced upwards, there probably weren't any obvious gestures for this, "Courting is when two people start being more than friends. Sometimes they fall in love." He awkwardly chuckled and grinned, "So it is funny, you see. We have only met today, so it is very unusual to be kissed by you."