Calia stood herself up, her dress making silken slides as it lengthened to near the floor again. "That will not be happening again, I can assure you of that," Calia said severely. "It takes being pushed to the utmost limit for Rossarm to become violent, and when he does, I am just as infuriated as you, if not more. Though adopted, Llarasa is our daughter, and she is not for Rossarm to strike. Even if Fendros' arrival affected him so deeply as to lash out, he has no excuse. I have spoken to Rossarm personally regarding the matter and he conceded as much. Unfortunately, he did not extend any concessions to Fendros."

Meesei had spoken nearby, but Calia could only face in her general direction. Holding Ahnasha's hand aloft, she spoke. "Would you mind leading me to Meesei, Ahnasha?"

Though Calia spoke casually enough that it could have been overlooked, she had placed Ahnasha with a small degree of trust in her request.

Rhazii grinned back at Meesei. He was enjoying all the attention.

"It will be challenge regardless of his transformations, I should think." Fendros ruffled the top of Rhazii's head. "You're already a mischievous child as it is, Rhazii. Being a teenager will be an adventure for everyone."

Monderyn held a neutral, if curious, look. "How large to these...Cathay grow?" he asked.

"About..." Fendros stuck out his lower lip and raised a down-turned palm above his head. "...A head and a half taller than me? I've seen a few myself. Not the most imposing of all Khajiit, but Rhazii here will be bigger than both of us by the time he turns fifteen."

"Hmph," Monderyn acknowledged. "Looks like you'll keep the edge over Newt on size, then."

"Mama and dada say I shouldn't play fight with Newt too much because I am too big," Rhazii chimed in. "He can run just as fast as me. We play tag instead."