Ahnasha too was carrying Rhazii, walking alongside Fendros, Janius, and Kaleeth. By far, she, and the rest of the Khajiit, were suffering the least out of all of the clan, with perhaps a few exceptions. Their bodies were, unsurprisingly, naturally well-acclimated to the desert. Their skin was protected from the sun by their fur, and even with the fur, they were quite good at expelling heat. Granted, the ability of Humans and Elves to sweat gave them even greater control of their body temperature, but the sun’s light was much more of an enemy to them. Fendros, at least, did not seem to be having much of an issue. He could sweat to keep himself reasonably cool, and his dark skin was unburned by the sun. Unlike some of the non-Khajiit couples, she could actually touch him without worry. 

“You will need to pass on the burden at some point, Janius. We still have over another week of this left.” Ahnasha warned. “If only we had more Senche to pull more carts. Then, we could cover them up and let most of the Humans and Elves ride in them. As it stands, we barely have enough space for the elderly to trade out with the carts. Maybe we should have tried to buy camels in Senchal. It would have been harder to justify to the slavers, but we’d be having a much easier time right now.”

Peiter huffed, intending for it to be more of a laugh, but finding that too painful to attempt. He looked over to Tzirret, and immediately hated the fact that he had to move his neck. “Trust me, if I could take your fur right now, I definitely would. I would put on one of those thick, fur coats from Bruma if it meant protecting me from this sun. It’s strange, this place doesn’t [i]feel[/i] as hot as the Tenmar forest. Down there, it was so humid, and I was constantly drenched in sweat. I don’t feel as hot overall, it’s just that my skin feels like it’s on fire.”

Ma’tanza looked to be more uncomfortable than most of the Khajiit, but for different reasons. For her, it had started even before they reached the desert, as she did not perform well on these long journeys, not without help. She rubbed her back uncomfortably as she looked at Tzirret. “Ma’tanza’s back hurts, and her chest feels sore.” She commented before glancing over to Sabine with nervous curiosity. “Sabine…the ointment you gave to Ma’tanza before. Does it use any of the same ingredients as your skin balms?” She asked. While she wanted relief, she would not ask for it if it meant taking away from the treatments of the non-Khajiit who needed protection from the sun.