Kaleeth started to laugh softly. "It's, well...it's hard to describe why that question doesn't make any sense to ask." She said, pausing again as she obviously was having a difficult time thinking of how to phrase her answer. "We all think together. The Saxhleel, the Hist, we are all connected together. It's why we are the 'people of the root.' We're connected by the Hist, so our minds are...together. But not [i]completely[/i], or consciously. At least not [i]all[/i] the time. I'm not hearing words, I'm..." 

Kaleeth interrupted herself with a long, frustrated sigh and rubbed her hand over her head. "I feel like I'm trying to describe color to a blind person. I don't know if I can make it make sense. Maybe someone else will be able to describe it the right way. I'm probably just going to end up confusing you. And me." 

The small village did not take long to traverse, even with the attention they attracted along the way. They made their way back into Zharanthixil's home, and found everything much the same as when they left. Zharan and Julan were sitting across from each other on the mats in the center of the hut, apparently in silence. Although, with the noise outside, even Kaleeth was not sure if they had been talking just before they returned. As expected, Julan did not appear to be any worse for wear for his time spent with his grandfather, but for just a moment, he did give a slightly worried look up towards his parents. 

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"Oh, we are staying in this inn, so I am sure one of us will be here when you need to find us, at least." Gwindir answered. "Although, we do not have any real proper place to actually host a dinner, unfortunately."

Finally, with the plans being made on her behalf, Shevari finally chimed into the conversation. "I don't think we'll be able to go anywhere with a proper kitchen, but...I don't think I'll need one. As long as I have the right ingredients. Perhaps a few more pots, pans, bowls, and such. Maybe we could all have a nice picnic outdoors, as long as the weather cooperates? Perhaps at that lake outside of the city?"

"A fine idea, I would say." Gwindir replied, gesturing back towards Fendros. "If your family would not mind going to the lake, we could have it there. Otherwise, I would be more than happy to visit them in their home, if they prefer. Perhaps we can keep the fact that Shevari is our chef a secret until after they have had a chance to try her meal? Just so they do not have any sort of...expectations about it."