With what the Bosmer said, and the flower on the mantlepiece, everything fell comfortably into place. Fendros decided to evade confirming when Ahnasha left Leyawiin for now.

"Yes, this little troublesome Cathay is my son, Rhazii," Fendros ruffled Rhazii head fur with a smile. Fendros then nodded his head to Newt in his other arm, "This here is my friend's son. He hasn't had his name day yet, but we call him Newt in the meantime."

"Dada, can I have the sword?" Rhazii asked hopefully.

Even just looking at it, Fendros knew that he couldn't afford it. It was a dwarven blade set with many little jewels. Probably ceremonial. "I'm afraid not, Rhazii. It's a bit dear for us."

Rhazii groaned in disappointment, but he knew by this point that there was no compromise when something was too expensive.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I couldn't imagine losing my child," Fendros said politely. Given the grim subject, however, he shifted tone. "What is it like raising children here?" Fendros asked the Bosmer, "This seems a very peaceful city. As I know it, there is quite the vibrant local Khajiit community." The last sentence was a slip up by Fendros, as he hadn't directly met Ahnasha's mother or brother, but thankfully it could be construed as something other than referring to the Bosmer's family in particular.