For the moment, Fendros remained sitting up and looking over the first few pages of the nanny book. He spared a glance and a smile to Ahnasha with a response, "I have a feeling it will be easier once we get to the point where he doesn't wake up during the night so often." A moment passed where Fendros sat silently and finished reading the foreword of the book. From the introduction, it covered taking care of human children from babies to about ten years old, but it was rather thinly spread. There were probably many useful pieces of information, but Fendros didn't hold out hope that it would give him a complete and confident understanding of the subject. Not that any book probably could. What seemed to unnerve him the most was the emotional disconnection in the tone of the book. It was very clinical, like the more strict nannies he had encountered.

Realising he was also somewhat tired, or at least enough to have trouble learning much, Fendros closed the book and lay back beside Ahnasha. He put an arm around her and began to run his thumb over the fur on her shoulder. "If you like, take a nap. I can watch over Rhazii."

Tricks understood enough of what Meesei said to give an answer this time, though he still found an errant treeminder to be a strange concept. "No, no, it is interesting, I understand like you say. When I learned, it was for being practical, but there were...spaces. It not until I read later that spaces are filled. When I saw that techniques in advanced alteration could make most of all spells, that is when gaps were filled for me. Some techniques, though...they do not find my mind- how you say...go over my head, yes."

"Now my brother's native language comes forward. He has tried to teach me magic, but he is a horrid teacher." Weetnam commented, pointing a thumb to Tricks beside him.

Tricks gave a sarcastic, "Har har, Weetnam."

"I did teach him the tone of sarcasm in Cyrodilic very well, though." Weetnam had a hearty chuckle, then began turning toward the centre of the pond, "I will let you talk on your own. I think my son's game might do well with an extra player." With that, Weetnam disappeared under the water.