Ahnasha certainly needed the encouragement from Fendros. She knew she needed to do something, and was about to step forward when Vasiq finaly spoke up. "You were dead, Ahnasha. I saw it: all the blood, and the rest of the scene...how is this possible?"

Closing her eyes, Ahnasha failed to hold back her tears. Seeing her family now had only made her regret stronger. "It was a fake, brother, all of it. It was a terrible mistake, but it was all fake."

There was a mix of emotions from Ahnasha's family upon the revelation of her deception. All of them, especially Vasiq, looked to be surprised. For her father, the surprised was mixed with confusion and a feeling of betrayal. Her mother experienced all of these things, but all of those emotions were overshadowed by the immense relief of seeing her daughter alive. She ran forward and embraced Ahnasha tightly. It was unlikely that the whole situation would be resolved so simply, but for the moment, she just wanted to be close to the daughter with which she had just been reunited. 

Gwindir held his hands up to his face, pressing his fingers against his temple as he tried to come to terms with what he had just learned. "You...faked your death? Why would you do that, I don't understand? What was important enough that you would make us go through all of the pain of losing you?" Gwindir asked, still having difficultly coming to terms with this new situation. After a moment, however, his attention turned to Fendros. "And you, who are you really? Were you involved in all of this?"