"I'll take great care of them, Drulene. Don't you worry."

The other Dunmer woman hesitated. "Maybe I oughta stay. What if one gets sick and I'm not here?"

"You showed me how to mix the herbs." Nadene gently coaxed Drulene out of her house and down the steps. A Redoran guard stood waiting on the road to escort her. "Go enjoy your vacation. You deserve a rest."

"I do." Drulene took a last look at the guars grazing her fields. "Fine. But if anything goes wrong, you send a letter by express courier! I couldn't bear the thought of relaxing in Ebonheart while one of my little ones was in danger."

"Of course!" Nadene talked the older woman through her worries, guiding her forward, and before too long she was waving goodbye.

"Okay, boys." She turned back to the farm, where guars stomped among the grasses. The nearest ones looked up at the sound of her voice. "We're going to have a grand old time, aren't we?"

On previous jobs for House Redoran, Nadene had cleared out mudcrab nests nearby as well as an infestation of bandits, so she didn't fear for the safety of the animals. Although initially dreading the monotony of babysitting a guar herd, she appreciated the change of pace. Ever since Caius had revealed his Nerevarine plot, her missions had grown more and more perilous.

The larger guars slumbered in the grass, but the smallest ones were not yet hardy enough to brave the island's weather. They slept inside, and Nadene even let the more nervous calves join her in bed. The tiny lizard beasts curled up, cooing at the comfort of her body heat. For once on Vvardenfell, cradling the babies close to her, Nadene's sleep was deep and dreamless.