"Okay, no drinks either," Fendros added, rolling his eyes. It was nice just to sit together. It wasn't quite the same warmth with the chitin armour still partially on, but it was still pleasant. Fendros looked over at Meesei as she spoke, his eyes moving between her face, her bloodied hands clutching the Altmer-shaped pink, white and yellow muscular structure and the bound dagger. Fendros let out a nervous laugh, "Somehow I'm more inclined to believe you while you're doing that, Meesei." While he spoke, Fendros tried to keep his eyes off the skinned corpse. It was a little less recognisable, but there was still some squeamishness he felt, mostly from the smell of its organs.

Looking back to Ahnasha, Fendros continued, "so how are you? Have any effects come up yet? From the pregnancy, I mean."