Tzirret nodded, "So you were born a werewolf. Tzirret thought so. He thought that even a werewolf would pause before attacking you."

The next words were ambiguous at first. Tzirret scratched his head and thought that Shanja was from where he was from as a statement, but he quickly realised that it was meant to be a question. He breathed in once he realised, "Oh, where are we from? Well, Tzirret and Peiter are from the clan in Bruma, up in northern Cyrodiil. This one was a child in a caravan before he was turned."

Sabine was reluctant at first, but decided to trust La'khay to perform what she knew. Sabine was grateful that it was La'khay helping her, or else she would have no idea what she was doing. Still, being pedantic about so many little hairs seemed like too much effort to Sabine. She did not think she would be trying this herself.

As La'khay scrubbed Sabine's shoulders and back, she was caught by Ciinriel's staring eyes. Ciinriel's comment reinforced Sabine's elation with her hair, causing her to smile. "Thank you. The stripes are like that, are they not? You are good at this, La'khay." Sabine ran a hand under the side of her hair carefully, "I could make you some oil for your hair if you wanted, Ciinriel, if there is not enough left. The soap smells good on you, though." Sabine ran a hand down Ciinriel's upper arm. "You look shiny," Sabine said with a giggle at her own lack of a better description.