Fendros and Ahnasha both stepped back for now. Fendros might have liked to play once more, but he didn't have anything near an enticing bet. He just readjusted Rhazii in his arms and watched the next game while responding to Ahnasha. "It was certainly a bit of fun, I'll give it that. Perhaps this won't be the last we'll be playing this game while on board this stagnant ship."

Rhazii began making a small babble and Fendros held his head back to look at him. "What's that, little one? You want to play too? Not until you're older, I think," Fendros said with a grin, "We don't want people thinking you inherited your mother's missing finger, now, do we?" Fendros bounced Rhazii up and down lightly and caused the cub to smile. Fendros found it strange that he could talk about Ahnasha's finger without feeling sick anymore. The memories were just as bad when he recalled them, but it seemed as if his mind was less sensitive to skirting around it now that he had gone more than a week with fairly uninterrupted sleeps. Perhaps this was what Ariel meant by needing to sort it out while taking her remedy. Perhaps it would not be best to bring it up in front of all these strangers.

"Rhazii just keeps gaining weight with his Cathay form. He's already bigger than most babies his age." Fendros' smile faded, "I hope we'll still be able to carry him while he's so young."

Sabine nodded. She had seen such decorations in all the cities of Black-Marsh, as well as amongst Kaleeth's tribe. At Kaleeth's physical contact with her hair, Sabine flinched in surprise, but didn't mind all that much. It was a bit uncomfortable when Kaleeth's fingers found a mat or a knot in her hair and pulled at it slightly. Sabine's eyes looked side to side for a moment, not expecting what Kaleeth said. She took as a compliment. "It's soft? Thank you," she said quietly. Feeling the need to reciprocate the kindness, Sabine reached up towards Kaleeth's fins. They were unlike anything Sabine had ever seen, so touching them would mostly be out of curiosity. She didn't know how to compliment them, though. "May I?" Sabine asked, having known the discomfort of unwanted physical contact all too well from her past. "What is having fins like? Do you have to care for them in any way? Do they hurt?"