"I'm not sure that it's going to be that simple, Ahna," Fendros said, looking sympathetic but keeping a serious tone, "I know that we can't just forget that it happened, that we have to accept it, but even if I tell myself that, I still start shaking when I think about it." Fendros glanced away, he found this just as hard as Ahnasha did. "It's just that we've avoided even mentioning it up until now. Each time I think about it now, I just get tense and overwhelmed, and the memories make less sense than they did before. Now that we're not so tired all the time, I thought that we might be able to piece it together again. Putting into words is the only way I can think to do that," Fendros finished clasping a clean loincloth to Rhazii, "I don't know if it will help or not, and it might hurt, but I don't think it will make it worse. Can we please just try?" Fendros looked up at Ahnasha with the middle of his brow raised. This hope wasn't big, but it was something.

"So they died out too..." Sabine bowed her head and seemed to shrink slightly in disappointment. At least there was something new in what Kaleeth said. "What were the Kothringi like?" Sabine asked, looking up again, "I've not heard of them before. Were they Imperial, or Breton? Nord? Were they Redguard?"