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Doht seemed to quite enjoy the Khajiit’s attention, making a low, satisfied growl while slowly rocking his head back and forth against J’hasi’s knuckles. Dust, too, relaxed.
“Thank you.” Her eyes drifted briefly shut before she composed herself, moving to the hearth with the little satchel she’d fetched, readying the tea. “Thank you, dear. It’s true that at the college one might see similar things, but out here – well, it isn’t particularly welcome.” A weary smile over her shoulder before she left the kettle to boil, frowning at J’hasi’s plate.
“Did he eat some of what I gave you? Doht, you know better.” She scolded the hound, who somberly bowed his head. An affectionate sigh and she addressed J’hasi again. “I can get you something else if you like, while the kettle boils.” Without waiting for an answer she moved back to her kitchen, rummaging through to find more leftovers.
“So, you’re a student at the college?” There was still a little twang of guilt and loss at the memory of Winterhold, but it was becoming weaker over time. “I used to teach there.”
The Khajiit’s ears pricked, having forgotten that the food on the table was for him, patting Doht’s neck before finding a piece that hadn’t been slobbered on and tearing it off, sniffing briefly before eating it. His ears and tail pricked at Dust’s mention of the College, stroking a thumb over the hound’s brow as he licked his lips.
“Yeah, I started not too long ago, actually.” And made very little progress during his time there, but maybe after getting help with his sleep it would improve. And maybe the Thalmor would leave and never come back. J’hasi’s thumb brushed between Doht’s eyes, rubbing over the bridge of his nose.
“What did you teach, if I can ask?” he questioned, tail curling in curiosity.
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