For just a few moments after leaving Thorantilth's hut, Kaleeth seemed aimless once more. However, she again ended up moving in a direction without really thinking, and ended up standing at the base of the village's Hist tree, a short distance from the hut. She placed her hand on its bark, staying silent for a few seconds before lowering herself down to sit and lean back against it. "I think there is a lot I should do here. I should have come back here long before now, but...I don't know. Things just feel wrong to me, in a way, but it's hard to explain how. It's been so long, I almost forgot what it is like to have the voice of the Hist in my head again. I wish you could understand it like I do, but I don't think there is any way I could put it into words. I just feel like I should have let Julan experience it before now. He isn't like me; he wasn't raised close to the Hist's voice. He was able to drink the sap, but not as often as most Saxhleel hatchlings. I feel like we've been mistreating him by keeping him so far from Black Marsh for so long." 

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Unfortunately, S'nashi was just as dismissive of Fendros' warning as Ahnasha had expected she would be. She waved a hand towards Fendros. "Oh, don't you worry. I've met plenty of those 'traditional' types before. But you know, a little kindness can go a long ways. Why don't you all sit down? No sense in just standing around in the middle of the inn." She said before finally turning back to sit at the table. "Why, Shevari's family was just like that. I don't know if you know, but [i]some[/i] Khajiit and Argonians around Blackwood have been at each other's throats for a long while. They didn't like her falling for our Vasiq, but we helped them come around."

Gwindir, though perhaps less dismissive than S'nashi, still shared her opinion. "Besides, you never said in your letters that you were on bad terms with your family. If they can accept you and our daughter, then I'm sure they can come around to accept us."