Nehmahati was listening carefully to her mother's words, though the tension between her and her father was so thick it could be sliced with a knife.  Her fingers itched to curve around her blades, but it would do little to no good and would do nothing but spark Rorik's anger more.  Still though, she knew her father would never kill her, he needed her too much.  There were other suspicions she had, for some time now, but she had never brought them to surface.  The looks she had seen him give from time to time, as if inspecting a possible new purchase, but nothing could be done unless if those suspicions were validated.<br/><br/>She felt Kalab's hand upon her shoulder and she felt the tension in her shoulders disappate, though her anger was still obvious upon her face.  She could hear his words in her ears and a shiver ran it's course down the length of her spine, hearing the want that was far from hidden within his voice.  She needed to focus and push her concerns about her father and her anger aside.  Patience was rarely ever a virtue for her and she had been known to be quick tempered.  There was rarely a moment that she restrained herself, it was not of her nature.  Forcing her thoughts from her father, she turned and leaned in on tip toe, placing a soft kiss at the base of Kalab's throat, teasingly, before she spoke into his ear, her hand laid upon his shoulder.  "I am ready, love."  She said softly and then glanced towards the alter.<br/><br/>The priests carried the ceremonial dagger they would use and would supply it when it was needed.  She pulled herself away from Kalab and moved towards the alter carefully, her heart fluttering in her chest with adrenaline.  She wondered vaguely what the change would feel like, she hadn't done it before.  She eased herself up unto the alter and brought her legs up to lay down the length of it.  She would wait to lay back until he came to her and she lifted her eyes to his expectantly, her lips curved in a smile, encouraging him.