Despite the harsh conditions, the sights and sounds of Vvardenfell were nothing short of breathtaking. There were highs and lows in their journey. Encountering the Kwama was originally an unpleasant surprise, but quickly turned out to be fortunate for the eggs they found. The eggs proved to be a nice change in flavour to the meat they were used to, but Fendros suspected that the novelty would wear off if they ran out of meat for long enough.

It put a damper on the journey to have Ahnasha start suffering morning sickness, though. True to his word, Fendros assisted Sabine in spotting various ingredients either on the roads or for trade in settlements along the way. Sometimes Fendros would pick too much of a more abundant ingredient that Sabine had pointed out, overstocking her supplies. Other times he would find a similar looking but incorrect ingredient. What help Fendros provided to her foraging efforts were much to Sabine's frustrations most of the time, but at the end of the day, it helped to ensure that there would be some sort of remedy for Ahnasha. This proved futile during a traversal through areas where little to nothing of use grew. During these stints Fendros regretted that he could not do more to help, but soon enough they came upon areas that could produce medicines again.

As for 'serving her every whim', Ahnasha jokingly tried on some occasions to act like some kind of queen over Fendros. These abuses of power that Fendros played off when he recognised them slowly started to get replaced by infrequent episodes. Episodes where Ahnasha's condition was causing short periods of weakness from dehydration or otherwise, mostly from the vomiting. Tonight in particular was one of those episodes. Without Sabine's potions, they likely would have made far less progress today. Fendros was eternally grateful to the odd little Breton girl, but at least camping near a town provided some degree of comfort in that there was an apothecary to fall back on.

At camp, Fendros was in his civilised clothes sharpening his sword and pondering the instructions given to him by Meesei not long ago. The hunt would turn into an investigation for a short time, with Fendros being the face of the pack. It made sense; if his parents were any indication, then Dunmer this far into the mainland were not likely going to treat such a diverse group of travelers with anything less than suspicion. [i]I don't even know how these locals would react to an imperial-accented traveler,[/i] Fendros thought, [i]they'd probably think I were spy.[/i] Fendros pulled out what septims he had remaining from his purse. He hardly used them these days, so much so that he sometimes considered the currency dead weight. At least there was a small amount of bribery to attempt if he couldn't gain any trust from them. [i]Well, if I'm patient, then there might be a chance. I'm still a Dark Elf, and that gives me an advantage, even if most of them turn out to be much older than I.[/i]

Fendros' thoughts were interrupted by a cough and a retch nearby. He turned his head to the side to see Ahnasha mostly concealed behind a giant mushroom, hunched over and purging her stomach once again. Fendros squinted his eyes in worry, her nausea was only getting worse. Fendros slid his sword back into its scabbard and put it and the pack's whetstone that he was using down where he was seated, before getting up and walking towards Ahnasha. By the time he reached her, she appeared to be past most of the retching, but was still leaning over the remains of the last Kwama egg she had eaten, with some of its juices still dripping from her lips while she caught her breath.

"Hey," Fendros said, putting a hand on her back and leaning down to see her, "you were looking flat all afternoon, I was wondering if you would hold out this long." Fendros took his waterskin off his belt and offered it forward, "water?"