"Understood," Fendros said after almost whistling at the long list of misfortunes that Ahnasha would have to suffer. He didn't know whether it were khajiit pregnancies that had it so bad, or whether his rudimentary knowledge of the whole condition had come up short. "I'll uh... I think I'll make sure to consult Runt on what ingredients she might need. It sounds like you're going to need all the help you can get." Fendros said with a slightly worried expression. Ahnasha sure had it hard in this situation.

Fendros looked around, "I don't know what we'd do without the rest of the pack. In this matter in particular." Fendros smiled back at her and pulled her a bit closer with his arm, "I'll try my best for that 'every whim' thing, though." Fendros let go of Ahnasha and leaned forward to get up, "for a start, are you hungry, or did that cake spoil your dinner?" He felt peckish himself, and it was getting close to mealtime anyway.