Rhazii stopped making faces at the plates and looked at Gwindir when he mentioned his mother's name.

"A fiery spirit, yes," Fendros grinned, then glanced to Gwindir and realised his mistake. Fendros cleared his throat and carefully lowered Newt onto the floor to allow him to join in Rhazii's fun. "My wife is similar," Fendros tried to clear up the awkwardness.

The children weren't touching the plates, so Fendros figured it would do no harm. He hadn't noticed Rhazii's recognition. For now, he could continue the conversation, "I think I know what I would purchase. Do you sell bouquets of flowers here? I would have six tiger lilies in a ribbon, if you please."

"Dada," Rhazii waddled up to the counter when there was a pause in the conversation, "why does the shopkeeper have a candle there for mama? She can't see it."

Fendros immediately tensed his posture. Rhazii had caught him completely off-guard. "Er...it's not..." Fendros fumbled for some kind of explanation. He couldn't quite come up with something sufficient in his fluster. "Rhazii, you shouldn't say such things about the dead, it's disrespectful," Fendros said quickly, before turning to Gwindir again, "sorry again, he doesn't understand."

"Mama isn't dead!" Rhazii said, verging on upset that his father would even suggest it.

"I'll talk to him outside," Fendros said with a sigh, reaching for his coin, "I'll have those lilies now."