Vera raised her brow and answered in a matter-of-fact tone, "Actually, it's less of a problem than you might think. Come along," Vera began to walk, turning her body to wave to each of her pack. Some regular farewells followed Vera and Kaleeth out of the dining chamber. "It really depends on the individual as how hard it is to adjust to our life, but it seems to mostly be shaped by how they cope with the trauma. Being turned into a lycan is a terrifying experience at the best of times, but most people have to unwillingly separate from their family and friends. There are some who..." Vera pushed the backs of her hands out in front of her in a repelling sort of gesture, "...are outwardly angry, there is often a period of rebellion for them before they learn to release pent up emotion and accept themselves. There are also those who try to stay calm and attempt to run away. That's trouble where we have to track them down before they perish in the wilds or hurt other people. Many people, however, find the structure of being assigned simple tasks to be relaxing, regulating. Calming, even. Those are the people that go into a sort of depression if they aren't driven on. In all cases, with support, consistent structure, and most importantly patience, they soon find themselves a place. Other culture shock is sort of ironed out along the way."

The pair were about halfway to the room in which Vera held her class. With a glance, Vera turned the inquiries onto Kaleeth, "You say that the clan is like your village? I don't know much about Argonian villages, what's it like living there? If you don't mind talking about it, of course."

Carana swiftly nodded and rushed up the rest of the stairs. "Yes, I can give it a try if you like! What do you have?" The woman that Carana left behind stood with a puzzled expression at the proceeding, but Carana turned back to her at the top of the stairs to clear things up. "Safina, come along, you know what Darahil said. Come up and help." Carana was about to address Sabine when she realised that the Altmer woman had not been properly introduced. Carana smiled and started with a quick gesture to her friend, "This is Safina, by the way. She's been my charge for about a month now. She knows a spot of alchemy as well."

Safina, evidently nervous with beholding such an important figure at Meesei, crept up the stairs quietly and nodded in greeting.

"Now," Carana levelled her eyes with Sabine, being roughly similar height, though shorter than Sabine by just half a hand, "What do you have?"

Sabine fished around her shoulder bag and pulled out a vial of the poisoned water, as yet untested. "It has a poison, a slow poison. My tests haven't been working."

With confirmation via body language, Carana lightly took the vial from Sabine's hands and took a close look herself, swirling it around and holding it to the magelight that illuminated the room. "What tests have you done?" She asked.

Before answering, Sabine looked to Meesei for confirmation. A wave on anxiety had burned across her mind shortly after mentioning that the vial contained a poison. She was unsure how much she was meant to share with Carana.

"Hmph," Harriet imitated Lorag's grunt, then closed the last few steps to Gerald the Redguard Warrior. "Throw me a couple of wasters, Gerald," Harriet ordered. Gerald didn't say a word and rushed to a nearby weapon rack that held wooden weapons. He tucked his sword under his other arm and tossed two wooden short swords, one at a time and hilt first in Harriet's direction. They were well aimed enough that Harriet caught them out of the air with ease. "And pick the mace or the sword, Gerald, you look ridiculous."

Gerald spoke up for once, trying to be casual but visibly perspiring from more than just his workout. "Why do you use two swords, then?" His voice was higher than his appearance suggested.

Harriet pointed both her wooden swords in front of her, "One, because these are twin weapons; two, you train hard to use them both at once; and three, I'm you alpha, so what I say goes. Pick a weapon, kid."

With a sigh, Gerald put his off hand mace back on the weapon rack and held his sword in both hands. It was a longsword, not for use with a shield, but certainly effective in skilled hands. His previous 'weapon drills' were seeming more like they were just showing off.

"Guard up," Harriet dropped into a combat stance with her weapons and began to pace carefully towards Gerald's reach. Gerald twitched in feints to keep Harriet at bay, but it would only be a moment before they would be at each other in melee.