"It is, I can assure you," Calia responded. "I can also assure you that it is not for any ill reason. But I would rather not share overmuch."

Rossarm did little else in his quarters than place his bag down upon the bed. At that point, Calia turned to the others and looked to the floor. "If I might have a moment with Rossarm, please?" she asked, stony faced.

Fendros lingered for a fleeting moment. He wordlessly stepped out and ushered Rhazii out with him. Once the rest of the group were left waiting outside of the closed door, they could hear a few quiet words exchanged. There was no high emotion or intensity, just a dour tone between them both, much like the stereotype of Dunmer held.

Rather than allow eavesdropping, Fendros also quietly spoke up. "I don't understand. Why is he so passive all of a sudden?"

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Sabine's sharp breath in was the only slip up. She did not quite spill out words without thinking about them. After giving her packmates a glance, she responded to Neesa. "That is extraordinary. Is there anything we can do to help?"

A twinge of second thoughts in Sabine's head objected to her question as soon as it was too late to take it back.