The contrast of space and freedom that everyone had on the ships at present compared to the first night aboard meant that few complained. It was a good thing, too, because there was plenty to complain about. Everything was rationed and preserved, making every meal either briny, salty, stale, or a mix of all three. Not to mention, meals were relatively small. Living space was at a premium as well; below decks was always crowded, with nary a space for one to be alone with one's thoughts. The clan was used to communal living, but at least individuals could find privacy in the wilds. There was no such luxury here.

The rescued slave family were kept under constant watch, with a strict quarantine of information upon them. As a result, the only people they could converse with in the clan were guards and a nurse. There was very little to talk about.

Sabine got to work with the sick girl after the most exhilarating few seconds of her life. Transferring ships meant flying for the first time and she was still giggling with the thrill of it as she introduced herself to the family. 

After examining F'sresa in turn, Meesei, Irenya, and Sabine were able to put their heads together to properly help her. Some restoration magic would keep her strong, but she was dehydrated, starved, and infected in the stomach. After some initial magic treatment, Sabine was able to provide a medicine to purify her stomach. However, it was Irenya's experience in diseases and more mundane treatment that filled the required gaps in their capabilities.

Now, three days had passed. What Meesei beheld when she entered the tiny cabin that was the family's temporary home held some more hope than before, but not an ideal situation. Ti'drissi and Gati were sitting on one of the two bunks in the room, knitting a tent. Giving them something to do had kept them calm. Pudaga sat on the other bunk, next to where F'sresa lay sleeping, holding her hand as she softly breathed through her mouth. All of the family had gained weight to the point where they were looking healthy again, though F'sresa still seemed weak.

Sabine was replacing a moist cloth on F'sresa head when she turned to face Meesei entering. "Hello," Sabine said with a small smile, before returning to her task, "She has improved, but she will not be completely healthy for another day or two."

When Sabine spoke, F'sresa opened her eyes slightly and mumbled something in Ta'agra. Pudaga responded with soft reassurance, but she seemed interested enough in Meesei to stay awake.

"She is coherent again, as well, if you wanted to speak with her," Sabine added. F'sresa had been delirious up until today due to her fever.

The days of the voyage were somewhat nicer for Tzirret with Peiter and Sabine on board a day early. It meant that they got to swap stories with one another about the experience of capturing the ships. In fact, with the focus that Sabine had to put into treating the sick Khajiit girl, Peiter could actually occupy his time chatting with Tzirret one on one again. It was only then that he might have realised just how much more open Tzirret had become in conversation. Sure, he still worried about innocuous or unlikely events, but it no longer dominated him.

Still, most of Tzirret's spare time was spent with Qa'habi, Bheja, and especially Ma'tanza. Ever since the night in the hold where Ma'tanza calmed Tzirret's panic, he seemed to stammer less and appeared more relaxed in general around her.

After collecting some food for lunch, Tzirret sought out Ma'tanza to eat with. He approached with something on his mind. "Hello, Ma'tanza," he said casually. He took a seat and rubbed at the back of his neck. "Um...Tzirret was wondering something. Others have been talking about switching ships when we reach Cyrodiil." Tzirret curled his lips and held his ears half-perked, "Matanza probably wants to be with S'nishi and M'ibasa, doesn't she..."