The first handful of days after the final battle had been busier than anyone in the pack might have wanted them to be. Fendros found himself placed right in the middle of making sure that the Imperials, Dominion, and Hal-Neesa’s followers all took their leave of Blackreach peacefully. Despite having worked together for quite a while now, not a single group present were natural allies with one another. They had all made their deals with one another, but now without the threat of Vile to force them together, time would tell how much weight they put on their promises. There were many important decisions ahead, not the least of which would be the fate of the Blackreach clan itself. Regardless of their attempts to obscure the entrances to Blackreach, multiple factions now knew their location. It would be an important decision on whether they wanted to take them on their word, or to move their clan for safety. They would be giving up a great deal by doing so, but it would not be the first time the clan had to relocate. 

Fortunately, there was a moment of respite available for the pack for at least one morning. They had dealt with enough problems that they were able to free up some time to simply spend together. Fendros, his pack, and some of their family and friends, were all having a generous lunch prepared for them and brought somewhere quiet just outside the city. It would be right back to work just afterwards, but for a moment, they could let themselves rest. 

It was starting to get close to the time where they needed to leave and meet with the others, though Kaleeth had done little that morning. She had stayed in bed late, long after Janius had gotten up, and she had not so much as even gotten herself dressed yet. She was awake, at least, but all she had done for the last ten minutes was to sit on the edge of their bed, silent in thought. It was not the first day she had done this.