"For now, I'm just glad that you're safe," Fendros said, relieved to hear that the night went by without incident. He sat himself down next to Ahnasha as directed, put an arm around her and leaned his head against hers, showing the fatigue in both of them. As Ahnasha spoke about the variety of Khajiit they would expect, Fendros put his free hand over her stomach and waited to see if he could feel a kick. "All we can to is try to get to Stormhold as quickly as possible. We will probably have to get a midwife straight to you rather than get taught anything." Fendros took a short breath and his time became a little more optimistic, "Barring that, well, it's not as if there's no hope. We have supplies and magic enough that the chances of anything going wrong will be...lower, at least."

Fendros felt a nudge from Ahnasha's stomach and he smiled. He turned his head slightly towards Ahnasha's face and took on a less serious tone. "You know, all this time, I can't remember if I ever asked you. Would you rather raise a Senche, Cathay, or Cathay-raht? I don't mind, but that's because it's all different to me, I'm a Dunmer. But what about you?"