Calia spent most of the time that Ahnasha spoke to digest Fendros' answer. Her expression was already fearful and worried enough that Ahnasha's words didn't seem to change things. "You are being hunted?" She asked. "Who would do such a-" Her eyes widened. "You are not wanted by the law, are you?"

"No, thankfully." Fendros walked up to the table and pulled out a chair, looking to Ahnasha and Llarasa to do the same. "The legion doesn't know about any of us, as far as we know. It's others." He sat down and leaned on his forearms. "Crazed or wronged people, mostly those that have lost something or someone to a feral lycan that devote themselves to wiping us out. They are...organised these days."

Llarasa had found a seat for herself as well. The atmosphere they had previously was beginning to re-emerge.

"Ahna is correct, though. I left for your protection, now I have to leave for the protection of my pack and me."

Calia faced the table again. "It is no matter now, it seems," she said solemnly. "If the city is the dangerous place, you could still be safe here. We are outside of the walls and the forest is just a walk away. But I cannot control your decisions now. You chose..." She trailed off with heavy breaths.

Calia resumed in Dunmeris. It was clear that she was trying to hold back her emotions. [i]"You know that you would outlive a spouse that was not an elf, Fendros. You know that your ancestors would not abide you making a cross-breed, let alone..."[/i] She shook her head. [i]"I understand why you left, Fendros. I cannot understand why you would marry this early in your life and...to a Khajiit. It is a filthy thing to do. It dishonours yourself and your clan. Why?"[/i]

Fendros responded in Cyrodilic. "Mother, she is neither filthy nor a dishonour. And my son is not an abomination." Fendros held back his anger as best as he could. "I love them both. Khajiit aren't all like the beaten creatures that used to work your fields before you left Morrowind." Fendros glanced to Ahnasha and back to Calia. He opened one hand. "As your son...please, at least find it in yourself to meet her as more than just a slave?"

Calia turned her head to the rough direction of Ahnasha's breathing.

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Harriet's eyes did not brighten. "I'll, uh..." Lorag slammed the door and she paused. "...I don't have a lot of gold, but I can send off messages. My name's not Harriet in this place, by the way. It's Henrietta. Make sure the letters are addressed right."

Harriet looked over at the door. After a blink, she turned to Janius and Meesei. Her voice was faint with guilt. "You can tell big boy that he doesn't gotta have nothin' to do with Narsi if he doesn't want. I've been runnin' on that assumption since I left and...well, you guys are busy savin' the world and everything. S'not as if I can tell you to let go of your Orc so he can raise a kid." She looked to the door again and curled her lips. "Is he gonna be alright?"