"Well, grammar, that's a big subject." Janius said with raised eyebrows. For a moment he twisted his mouth, then dipped his head to one side, "I might be able to help. There are a few things I have noticed about your speech. Let's start with 'do' and 'will', and such."

It took longer than Janius expected to try and teach Kaleeth-Rei the few grammar rules he had in mind. Not only because he couldn't really revert to a language she knew, but also because he hadn't taught such concepts before, let alone to an Argonian who's native language was Jel. Thankfully being in that sort of mindset somewhat distracted him from the event earlier. They spent a while in the water, just talking and refining Kaleeth's Cyrodilic. Some time in, Janius noticed that they were both exchanging looks that he hoped were not pertaining to what he thought they were. Regardless, he enjoyed spending time with her and put off considering it a problem.

Eventually they lost track of time and before long it was getting dark. They emerged from the small river and returned in time for dinner, which was a somewhat communal affair. On the surface it was much like the pack's meals were, except on the scale of a village. Janius looked around and saw where the pack was seated, but looked to Kaleeth, "Where do you normally sit for dinner?" Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he spotted the master-hunter. He hoped that there wouldn't be any more problems, but he doubted that an afternoon of meditation would have completely changed the master-hunter's disposition towards the pack, and him in particular.

Over the time spent between the trial and dinner, Sabine had recovered to the point where she was able to have a meal with the pack by one of the fires. She only took small portions, but was calm enough to be around everyone. Fendros sat by Ahnasha, but was interested to hear about how the trial went. His tone was cautious, having seen Sabine run into the common hut in a panic earlier. "So, how did the trial go today? What did Sabine have to do?" His questions were directed to Meesei as well as Sabine. By Sabine's reply of silence, Meesei's input was probably required.

Tunxeek sat near to his father while he ate, but kept glancing over to the pack. He still felt guilty about upsetting Sabine, but he didn't know exactly how to go about it. He didn't want to make things worse by setting her off again. And the group she was with, the outsiders, they were so foreign. It was intimidating to approach them when they were all gathered together.