Upon opening the door, the person standing on the other side was not Meesei, but rather a stranger. She was a short Khajiit, though still a Suthay-raht, with dark grey and black fur and large, green eyes. Though a bit older than Ahnasha, she was still rather young. Unlike most of the cultists, her unhooded robe was not black, but rather light brown. She seemed almost nervous as she spoke to Fendros through the crack in the door. "Um, yes, hello. this one is supposed to come and look after a child? Orskan asked for Ko'Srashi rather specifically. Khajiit is in the right room, isn't she?"

Kaleeth opened her eyes and loosened her grip, though she still kept her arms wrapped around him. She looked at him for a moment, then leaned in and rested her head on his chest. "Yes, just afraid like yesterday. I wish we could just stay here and lay together. I wish we never had to go out and fight. Do you think it will ever be that way?" She questioned.