Rossarm looked to pay attention to Ahnasha's words, but was otherwise remaining still. The seconds passed between the three and all that moved were Rossarm's eyes, flicking back to Fendros, back to the doorway, and into space.

He took a slow, considered step around and began folding up the paper on his desk. There were words on it written too small to read while he folded, though they were clear and fresh.

Fendros patiently cleared his throat as Rossarm took his time without a response.

Satisfied, Rossarm slid the now small folded note into his pocket and then leaned on the desk with both hands. He sighed a long sigh. "Are you seeking forgiveness, Fendros? Now that you have shown your virtue?"

Fendros confidently and calmly responded. "No, father."

"Then I will not demand you seek it," Rossarm said. "I have learned much more about the man you have become since you returned to our lives. I would see it personally, even as I struggle-" he clamped his mouth shut and held his hand against his pocket. He closed his eyes and silently breathed. "I will be with you today. Then I must return to Cheydinhal. Lead the way."

"Thank you," Fendros risked a small smile. He gave Ahnasha a look of thanks as he headed for the door.