Sabine listened to what Meesei had to say. She came at it indirectly, like she normally did. Sabine could at least appreciate the reinforcement that she was family, even though she felt no need to be appreciated for her actions if she herself deemed them to be useful anyway. Regardless, Sabine's prediction was correct, it was about the apothecary. She shifted in her seat and bit lightly on the inside of her cheek, thinking. The last time that she described the apothecary, Sabine was panicked, but now she could think clearly and she wasn't sure how much more she wanted to divulge. "She is..." Sabine began, then stopped, looking to the ground, then back up to Meesei, "... she is like me, alchemy, enchantment, but better than me. She is a mage as well, I don't know all that she knows, but she is powerful and... creative. She is dangerous."

"...Thank you." Fendros replied with a smirk in response to Ahnasha finding facial hair attractive. "Remember you weren't the only drunken mind who found attraction that night," Fendros breathed a laugh as another thought came across his mind, "I'm not going to tell you to shave, though. I've seen a shaven cat once before and I daresay that a Khajiit version would be even more disturbing." As Ahnasha swam close, Fendros found himself eying her own features. it was really only the head and the fur that separated her from any other woman. It was those features that Fendros had initially found off-putting about Khajiit women, but with Ahnasha he felt as if he had grown accustomed to it. Even the fur was more of an exotic feature than anything else.