Fendros averted his eyes apprehensively. Before, he was flustered and trying to cover everything up. Right now, though, he was considering whether to continue the lie. If he told the truth, he would not only be setting a double standard for Rhazii right then and there, but he would be breaking a promise to Ahnasha. She didn't want him mentioning her name at all.

"It is..." Fendros hesitated. His eyes caught the tiger lilies under his arm, "...They have the same name. It's Ahnasha. I do not doubt that it is coincidence."

It would have been without good conscience to be completely truthful to Gwindir. Fendros desperately wanted to meet Ahnasha's mother and brother to gauge their attitudes towards her, but he felt that was inappropriate now. Still, he wanted to see if he could get away with one last question.

"Gwindir," Fendros stepped forward and breathed in nervously, "This is going to sound strange, and I only ask that you indulge me for a moment," Fendros punctuated with a diplomatic gesture with one hand. "I can tell that you cherished your daughter, I don't doubt that you wanted the best for your children. However, I'm quite curious. If you were to see your daughter Ahnasha again, find that she was alive, but...also find that she had made a new life for herself, would you respect that life she chose if she wanted to continue it?"