Gwindir gave a brief nod to Fendros. "Yes, Shevari was about to cook dinner for us all. We should have enough for all of you to join us as well." He answered, though Fendros' story regarding the fire did seem to have him concerned. Finally standing up, he walked over, knelt down next to Rhazii, and rubbed the top of his head. "By the Eight, that fire sounds like it was terrible. But you look like you're a tough little cub, aren't you? I'm sure you'll grow up to be just as strong and healthy as any other Cathay, maybe even moreso." 

Ahnasha was glad that Fendros was able to come up with something quickly, and as he spoke, an idea came to Ahnasha, something that would let her explain away a detail that her family had not yet noticed. While her father spoke to Rhazii, she made her own comment. "Yeah, it was easily the most terrifying night of my life. I ran back as soon as I could, and the guard couldn't keep me out of the building. I was the one who found him, and I had to put my hand through the flames to get him. Most of it didn't get too badly burned; the fur has even grown back, but one of my fingers..." She began, holding up the hand with the missing finger. "The healers couldn't do anything for it. They had to remove it."

"Divines, what a tragedy." S'nashi exclaimed. "I'm just glad you are all okay. I...well, I would say to be careful, but I know you would do anything for your son."

Ahnasha looked down, rubbing her own hand. "Yeah, that night was what started my thoughts on coming back here to all of you. It gave me...perspective on what you must have went through." 

Shortly afterwards, Vasiq returned with the pink-scaled Argonian woman in tow. She looked at Fendros and Ahnasha nervously as she introduced herself. "Um, hello. My name is Shevari. I'm Vasiq's fiance."