"Her husband?" Gwindir exclaimed. Although, given their conversation earlier that day, it did not come as too much of a surprise for him. However, when he looked down to Rhazii beside him, another realization came to mind. "That means that your son is..."

Gwindir took in a deep breath, having just learned not only that his daughter was alive, but that he had a grandson. He glanced back towards the back room, then placed his hand on his wife's shoulder. "We should all head into the back and...talk."

Reluctantly, S'nashi released her grip on her daughter and nodded, looking at nothing in particular. Wordlessly, they headed into the back room, then into the hall on the left and up the stairs to the second floor. Despite all the time that had passed, Ahnasha recognized that the layout of their home had not changed at all. The first room after heading upstairs acted as both their dining and living room. Although it was a two-story building, the shop and its storage room took up most of the first floor, so their actual living space was rather limited. The furniture and many of the decorations in the home had changed since Ahnasha had last seen it, but it was still all arranged in much the same way. 

In the dining room, they were met by a confused-looking Argonian woman in a blue dress, with bright pink scales. Immediately, Vasiq walked up and took both of her hands in his. "Dear, do you think you could head downstairs and close up the shop for the evening?"

"Yes, of course." She answered, and honestly, she looked rather relieved. Evidently, she had overheard enough of the conversation downstairs to know that she did not want to be anywhere near it. 

The dinner table was large enough for them all, so they were each able to have their own seats. Again, Vasiq was the first to speak up once they were settled in. "So...what happened, sister? You said you faked your death, but why?"

Ahnasha had made the decision that she did not want to tell her family about her lycanthropy, but she would try to at least say something close to the truth. "I just wanted a new life. You have to understand that I never wanted to be a merchant. I did not like that life, and I wouldn't be happy in it. I just though that...it would be the best way to give you closure. It was a terrible mistake, I know. I should have just told you I was leaving, but I was afraid and confused. I thought that letting you move past my loss would be better than making you worry about me."

Gwindir did not seem to be entirely satisfied or dissatisfied with her answer, but S'nashi did not actually seem to care at all. Her gaze shifted over to Rhazii instead. "The little cub, is he really the son of you and my daughter?" She asked Fendros.