It was with a smile that Fendros reminisced the fond memories he and Ahnasha shared, but at the same time it took a short while for Fendros to think on her question. "As much as I would like to do that again, you're right, it's hard to imagine. Between caring for Rhazii and this war with Vile...everything just seems to be piling up." Fendros held an expression that was deep in thought and had a hint of worry. He turned his head to look at Ahnasha and continued, "Maybe we haven't been making use of the rest of the pack as often as we could to care for Rhazii. I mean, with the environment of the marsh, there might be less opportunities, but when we get back to Cyrodiil, perhaps we could...you know, every so often...take the day for ourselves." Fendros kept his head facing Ahnasha but his eyes went to the ground in front of him. "To be honest, I miss those times where we could just be together and not have to worry. I just haven't been thinking about them so much. There are so many distractions these days."

Sabine was picking leeches of her skin and placing them in one of the satchels when Meesei called her attention. It wasn't a task for the squeamish, but leeches had been something she was used to since wading in marsh waters like this. Meesei's proposition gave Sabine pause for thought, however. She looked to one side and pondered on what to say. Sabine frankly didn't enjoy fighting in most capacities, least of which in melee combat. The enthusiasm she showed for her ritual trials was more anticipating the ritual itself than the fighting. That much was made clear the first time she fought, and was beaten to the ground. Sabine quietly resumed storing the leeches and meekly responded, "I don't like fighting, but I'll try if I must. What will I have to do?"