Meesei shook her head. "No, there aren't unfortunately. We have enough clothing to keep our crew above deck dressed, but not much more. These ships held far more people than supplies to keep them comfortable. I would have us purchase more in Leyawiin, but these ships are stolen, even if it was from slavers. We cannot deal with the port authorities. You need not worry about us, though. We will be fine. As for you, I will see what I can do about your next meal. Perhaps some soup, or just extra cutlery."

To Meesei, it was comforting to see the smiles of the little girl, and the laughter of the old woman. The clan had essentially saved their lives; she just wished she did not have to hide who and what they were from them. Despite all they were doing for the family, they were still being kept isolated from the rest of the ship, almost like prisoners. It was not the kind of treatment she wanted to give to people who had been through so much. It reminded her of the conversation she had with Gallus before departing from the outpost, about how the world would always view them as monsters. Personally, she wondered how many people in Tamriel would call their current actions monstrous. "You can keep the clothes you have for when we reach Leyawiin. We will also give you whatever else we can spare. Food, water, some of the gold we scavenged from the slavers. As I am sure you have seen, I have many people to take care of on these ships, so I regret that I cannot give you too much, but it should support you for a while."

Bheja scratched the back of his neck. "I'm...not sure. I only visited it a few times, and Leyawin's a big place. I hardly remember anything I saw there. The Temple did look pretty impressive, I think. It had these massive, colorful stained glass windows with images of the Imperials' gods on them. I don't think as many people in Leyawiin go to the temple as other Cyrodilic cities; there are a lot of Khajiit and Argonians there that like to do their own thing. Still, that place could probably have held all of them."

Ma'tanza looked ahead at nothing in particular as she tried to imagine what Bheja described. "Hmm, Ma'tanza wishes we could visit the city. This one would like to see a building like that."