Thankfully, Gallus saw the intention for the woman to spit in his face far enough in advance that he was able to turn his face away as a reflex. She still landed a solid droplet on his cheek, but at least she didn't get him in the eye. Gallus sighed through his nose and wiped the spittle off with his sleeve. He knew that this would not be the last time he would be spat upon today.

Gallus turned his head to look at Meesei and Ri'vashi, but without any more movements from them, he turned back to the woman and responded. "I'm going off to get a potion that will relieve your pains for a while. When I come back, I will ask you the same question, and perhaps some more. For each satisfactory answer, I will give you a swig of the potion. Take this time to consider." Gallus stood up and turned on his toes to walk out of the cell without acknowledging any response from the woman.

Once he shut the door behind him, he addressed Meesei and Ri'vashi in a hushed, grave tone. "While it is pitiful, this presents an opportunity. This woman has been tortured by her phantom pains all night. That saves us the trouble if she's willing to take relief for answers. However," Gallus looked to Meesei, "I don't think she'll be cooperative with the one who took the arm off in the first place. What are your thoughts, both?"

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"...Okay," Fendros said slowly. Irenya's response was not as forthcoming as he wanted, but it was not unexpected. She was a stubborn sort. "Well...actually, if you're okay with it, and if you really want to help, then..." Fendros clasped one of his hands in the other and looked at them nervously. "You wouldn't happen to know...[i]how[/i] to run a Tribunal wedding, would you? Weddings between Dunmer where I grew up were so few and far between that I never actually witnessed one. Until now, I hadn't really entertained that particular route because I thought no Tribunal priest would marry me to a Khajiit."