Fendros lead Rhazii upstairs behind Ahnasha and her family. He was glad that they could find a moment to process it all. Their living space was modest, but not austere so as to suggest poverty. Fendros' eyes wandered, looking over where Ahnasha must have grown up.

In response to her question, Fendros gave a small smile to S'nashi, but he did not want to be inappropriately upbeat given the situation. "Yes. His name is Rhazii. He is nearing four years old now." Fendros looked down to Rhazii, who was hiding behind Fendros with an unsure demeanour. He was normally fine with strangers, but the heavy emotions and the chiding he got earlier that day kept him silent for now. His ear was still slightly sore. Fendros lightened his tone, "Rhazii, say hello."

"Hello," Rhazii mumbled from behind his fist, where he still chewed on his thumb claw, "Are you my grandma?"

While Rhazii answered, Fendros noted Ahnasha's response. She hadn't specified before whether she was going to mention the lycanthropy, but Fendros understood her evasion. He would not give away any further details that she did not give first.