After the Khajiit man's greeting, Meesei responded in turn. "My name is Meesei, and I hail from Black Marsh. As for what we are, that does not matter. All that matters is that we are your rescuers. We posed as slaves and slavers alike, boarded these ships under the guise of being clients, then killed them all once we were out at sea. The ones who held you captive are now dead, and we have no interest in being slavers ourselves. We do have a particular need for these ships, but we are not without mercy towards you and your family. We can bring you to the Cyrodilic city of Leyawiin. Our intent is to explain your situation to the priests of the Eight in the city's temple in the hopes that they can help you back to your home, or wherever else you want to go."

Kaleeth gave an exaggerated huff. "What, you don't think I can swim in a storm? I'm not a Human who instinctively starts flailing around as soon as they hit the water." She joked, laughing to herself. She tightened her arm around him and brought Newt to sit between them, on both of their legs. "If you really want me to hold on, I can just hold on to you."

Closing her eyes, Kaleeth rubbed the side of her head lightly against Janius' cheek. "You know, I like it when you're wet like this. It makes you nice and smooth. I wish you would stand out in the rain with me more often; I don't understand why it's so uncomfortable for you."