After a pause, Fendros was the first to respond, [i]"I know enough to talk. Most. Not all."[/i] He changed to Cyrodilic and glanced at Meesei, "Meesei is a good teacher as well, but Jel is a difficult language."

While Kaleeth was mostly looking away to listen to Fendros, Janius pursed his lips in frustration in response to Lorag. The expression disappeared as soon as Kaleeth next turned her head towards him. "As for just then, Kaleeth, Lorag was using something called sarcasm in his speech," Janius looked over at Lorag accusingly while he spoke, "I think I'll teach you about that another time. It's complicated." He took a short breath and brightened his expression, looking this time to Meesei, "Anyway, Meesei, were there any plans for tomorrow? I've been invited to a hunt."

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Over in the common hut, Tunxeek reached the door and looked around. He spotted Sabine with her back to him. She was sitting down laying out alchemical equipment of some description. He knew a little about alchemy, but it was not his strong point. What she intended to make with the ingredients she had prepared was beyond him.

Tunxeek took a deep breath and began to walk towards her. Not so cautiously that he would take her by surprise, but not so loud as to startle her. About halfway towards her, Sabine turned her shoulders and head to look at him rather suddenly. Tunxeek stopped and paused, before trying a smile and raising his palm in greeting. Sabine looked at the floor, then back up at Tunxeek. Tunxeek waited to see if she would ask something, but there were no words from her. Instead, he motioned to a spot next to her, "Can I sit?"

Sabine took a moment to look from side to side, as if evaluating, then calmly turned back to her work without responding.

Having no idea whether it was confirmation or not, Tunxeek curled his lips and waited another moment. With no solid answer, he proceeded to Sabine and sat down near her anyway. She didn't pay any attention to him. She was absorbed in her task by the looks of it. "I want to say sorry for making you upset today. I didn't want to." Tunxeek started. Sabine continued as if he wasn't there. Tunxeek took a cautious tone. He watched on as she crushed some seeds in a mortar and itched his chest nervously. "I know that... you are probably afraid of things. I saw it in your eyes. I used to be afraid of things too. Many things. Especially when mother was killed."

Sabine motions stopped at Tunxeek's last words. She swallowed and continued though.

"I don't know why you are afraid. You might not know either. I won't make you tell me, but if it helps, know that I don't ever want to hurt you, or anyone. Also, I know that when I got afraid, and other people would become afraid because of me, I would become more afraid because I was scaring people. Was that what happened in father's hut?"

Even though Sabine's breathing had noticeably changed, she still didn't respond.

"Well, we just want to help. You do not have to be afraid for father or myself. We can worry for ourselves. It is normal if you do, though. I remember."

Sabine had stilled herself again.

"I will let you make potions." Tunxeek began to get up, "Goodnight."

"I'm sorry," Sabine spoke and caused Tunxeek to stop and look at her.

Tunxeek shook his head slowly and smiled, "There is no problem."

"I'm sorry for... your mother," Sabine clarified, then slowly looked up at him with a beady stare. Her voice was so small that if anyone else was in making any noise in the common hut, she would have been drowned out. "Your mother. What happened?"