[i]Wait, since when could...?[/i] Fendros let his hands fall from his head and sat up straighter, struggling to try and imagine a hybrid of Khajiit and Dunmer, much less the concept of contraception. Dunmer were notoriously infertile as it was, so he had never worry about that kind of thing. "That just conjured up... possibly the strangest images in my mind that I've ever witnessed," Fendros said slowly. He carefully lay himself back down to rest his throbbing head, folding his hands together between the back of his head and the ground, at least they picked a spot where the grass was dense enough to be comfortable. He closed his eyes, "this is so bizarre, I just slept with a Khajiit..." He took her advice and tried to relax, "I suppose I should ask if there are any other strings attach-" Fendros slowly opened his eyes and beheld Sabine's face upside down, leaning over him. Jolting at being sneaked up on again, Fendros quickly sat up and turned to face her, "Where in oblivion did you come from?" He stammered.

Sabine was standing next to the two, still with that curious look in her eyes, but distinctly without any trace of judgement. A thin arm holding two vials of opaque green liquid extended from her fur cloak. "Drink," she simply said.

Fendros glanced over at Ahnasha and reluctantly took one of the vials from her hand. He removed its cork and smelled its contents. "Is this what I think it is, Runt?" Fendros said to Sabine, one eyebrow raised. The mixture smelled of what the apothecary at Cheydinhal advertised as an 'electrolytic hangover cure', but with more of a herb-like aroma. Once Ahnasha had taken her vial, Sabine turned and walked away. "Does she make these every time there's wine?" Fendros asked Ahnasha, wondering if it would be wise to take Runt's word for it and drink it.