Ahnasha responded in a low whisper, perhaps even quieter than necessary. Even though her parents' room was all the way down the hall, she spoke as if they were standing right outside the door. "I know, I know, but you don't know them like I do Fendros. They're very devout followers of the Eight. Unless something has changed, they're in the temple every Sundas, and hardly associate with anyone who isn't. And, by how they spoke earlier, I don't think anything is different from before. We are the result of a Daedra's influence; there is no way they would see us as anything but monsters. Abominations. They would probably want to have me caged up until they could find a 'cure,' or some nonsense. They wouldn't be able to do that, but you get the point. They would disown me for sure, and at that point, I would rather they just think I'm dead."

Admittedly, Ahnasha was making a lot of guesses as to how her family would react. But, at the very least, she had little reason to believe that they would accept her. "Look, we can do this, I know we can. They don't have to know. Let's just...write down what we've said so far, to keep the story straight. Once we're back in Bruma, we can just exchange letters, and they won't have to know."