"Right," Fendros had no protest. They proceeded below deck again to find another cloth. "The rocking was distracting at first for me, but I actually found it relaxing after a while," Fendros remarked on the way. After stopping by the storage room, Fendros found a lidded barrel to lay Rhazii steady on and began the procedure of replacing his loincloth. The smell was always horrendous, but Fendros was used to the chore by now. Rhazii happily grabbed at his toes during the whole scenario.

Being that they were in a private spot now, Fendros glanced up at Ahnasha and pursed his lips nervously. "We don't have to speak about it right now, but, Ahna, I was thinking about what Ariel said about working out our...problem. I still don't quite know what to do, but...perhaps we could try to talk about it?"

Sabine's eyes followed Ahnasha and Fendros as well when Kaleeth drew attention to them. "I have wondered that, too. Ahnasha's fur is about as soft, or softer than most human head hair. She has to spend time cleaning it well. She often complains that it takes a long time to dry, but I've not seen her scratch more than anyone else." Sabine shrugged, "I always thought that it would be too warm to have all that fur." The talk of fur brought another curiosity to the front of Sabine's mind. "Kaleeth?" Sabine looked up to Kaleeth's face, "Meesei once told me that there were other people covered in fur in Black Marsh, in the far south. They were said to look like foxes. Is that true?"