Sabine giggled, returning Meesei's grin. "It is not just that, it is also the pupils and..." she raised her wrists and spread her arms slightly. She shook her head rather than finish her statement. "Never mind. I still love you, Meesei." Sabine came in for a quick and apologetic hug.

When Sabine pulled away, she tilted her head and regarded Meesei with a smile. Her mood had completely turned for the better, even if she still had a residual trace of sadness around her eyes. "Relate to. Do you mean someone you can understand better? Another champion?"

Calia closed her eyes and spread her smile wider. "I can see that I will not be able to stop you providing the ingredients, even if I tried." Her eyes opened and she looked ahead in thought. "I believe the name was...rat nettle, a plant native to High Rock's northernmost reaches. You are under no obligation to source it, but your kind offer I shall accept."

Ahnasha's question about Calia's home caused her to bow her head slightly, before raising it with less of a smile. "Fendros has likely told you about how we came to be in Cheydinhal. We started in Morrowind, that place was where I grew up. And Rossarm as well. We then moved to Skyrim as our lives were displaced from our home, and then came to Cheydinhal after Nordic superstitions displaced us again. In full honesty, I still miss Morrowind. Cheydinhal, I find to be a sufficient home these days."

Calia rolled her hand upwards on her lap as she spoke. "There are other Dunmer families locally that I mingle with often. It is peaceful here, largely. Vintage was never an interest of mine until Rossarm introduced me to it. Even if some Imperials can be entirely disrespectful, most in this area are rather welcoming and quaint." Calia let out an amused sigh. "I believe I should be more concise. Simplicity, that is what I enjoy, after everything we have been through to get here. The peace and simplicity is what I appreciate the most."