Janius looked to the ground. He did not have anything more to add to what they should or should not have done to provide Julan with a more traditional amount of Hist sap. He doubted in reality that it would have been feasible without living nearer to Black Marsh.

He eased himself to sit on the ground with his legs crossed and his hands clasped, arms around this raised knees. He remained a pace away from Kaleeth's feet and further from the tree. "We've all been tense and nervous approaching the village. Julan's in a new and strange world here. I wouldn't blame him feeling a similar way, and it looks as if he is." Janius tilted his head up at Kaleeth. "I mean...How would you feel if you were blind for your whole childhood and the blindfold was removed one day, on a journey halfway across the world?"

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Under the table, Fendros squeezed his fist in his other hand in frustration. "I do appreciate the sentiment..." He tried to keep some levity. "...I would not turn up another opportunity to experience Shevari's cooking, but father is not exactly [i]all alone[/i] in his convictions. Us Dunmer have a strong connection to our ancestors and their old traditions. As far as he sees it, I turned my back on all of them and not just him." Fendros lifted both his hands. "Look, perhaps you could meet the rest of my family first. Defer the thought of fixing anything, just for now. I do not want your experience here to be marred by...private matters."