J’hasi was shocked at the amount of stuff crammed into the crate, and not even a name or anything on the note, not even the back. He gave the food a wary sniff, and no, not even the tiniest trace of poison. Ghost nickered, then bumped him between the shoulderblades, wanting her share of the gift. He sighed, plucking a carrot from the bag and gave it a careful sniff before offering it to her. The pale mare eagerly crunched it up, nickering in satisfaction while the Khajiit returned to cautiously poking around the box of goodies.
The scent of whoever gave him the gifts was long gone, instead reeking of the courier who had wandered off to the inn, presumably to get away from the College and the cold. J’hasi frowned, picking up the robes, and…wow they were thicker than the ones he had. He immediately took to the scarves, the texture was pleasant and the weight was just right. The Khajiit started pulling them from the crate, draping them over Ghost’s back to admire the colors, the mare finishing her carrot and before long and resumed pestering him for another. J’hasi touched her nose.
“Don’t eat all of them right away, you glutton.” he chided. She snorted in his face and bumped his shoulder in quiet demand. The Khajiit sighed, it would be a little less weight to carry back to the College. He plucked out another for her, the pleased crunching giving him enough peace to pick up the crate, clicking for Ghost to follow him to the bridge. Whoever had sent him the gift, they had to’ve met him, knowing Ghost’s name. He didn’t tell everyone her name after all. The thought settled J’hasi’s anxiety enough to accept the gift, more carefully picking through the crate’s contents once he was inside the relative warmth of his room.
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