"That is right," Sabine said, patting Bheja and Ma'tanza on the shoulder, before stepping across and doing the same for Qa'habi. "We had best get into position," Sabine faced Peiter, "We should go." Sabine gave a nod to everyone before heading off.

Tzirret did not want to overdo the reassurances, so he did not say anything further. However, he did try to bring a hand up to Ma'tanza's shoulder and give her a smile. He ended up awkwardly bringing both his hands up to her because of the shackles, but thankfully no one had secured themselves to the shackles on the other side of him yet. He only dragged the chains a little in the dirt rather than pull someone towards himself. Tzirret gave Ma'tanza's shoulder a comforting rub, but did not continue for long. After a moment, another Khajiit from the clan took up the unoccupied shackles. Now they just had to wait.

Fendros had come into the camp jogging and had informed all of the lieutenants that the slavers would arrive soon. Once his errands were run, he just had to take up position to receive the ships. First, though, Fendros wanted to take the time to see Ahnasha and Rhazii.

"Mama, why is everybody chaining themselves up? Transforming would hurt with those rings on," Rhazii protested. He was visibly nervous by the atmosphere and the tone of his mother's voice. "Why do Kaleeth and Janius have to stay away?"

It was then that Fendros approached, regaining his breath as he slowed from a brisk walk. "Alright, it shouldn't be longer than twenty minutes, maybe, before they get here," Fendros said, getting straight to the heart of the matter, "Remember the plan, stay by the kids. Rhazii? Newt?" Fendros placed his hand on both the toddlers' heads, "Listen to Ahna, stay near her, don't make a sound, understood?"

"Are you coming with us in the chains, dada?" Rhazii asked with an upset expression.

Fendros sighed, "I will not be in the chains, little one, but I'll be nearby. I will come to help if you need it, but do not call out for me, just stay by your mother."

"Okay," Rhazii said apprehensively.

Stepping forward and kneeling down, Fendros put a hand on Ahnasha's shoulder and another on her cheek. "How are you faring, Ahna? Are you ready?" Fendros asked. He was clearly worried, but he had learned long ago not to assume Ahnasha could not handle herself.