Fendros took the time to undo his boots and remove anything he didn't want to sleep in while Ahnasha did the same. He returned her hug without any trace of his previous anger. "I love you too, Ahna," he responded.

Fendros was still standing and undressing when Ahnasha asked about the detail of marriage. He chuckled nervously and tried to concentrate on not tripping over his breeches and losing balance, but he managed to reply slowly. "That just...kind of came out. I referred to you as my 'partner' to Gwindir before he knew it was you, then he referred to you as my wife, and then I just went along with it."

The suddenness of the topic and the multitasking that Fendros was attempting caused him to lose balance. Through no intention of his own, he dropped to one knee in front of Ahnasha with a mildly painful sounding thud. Fendros looked up at Ahnasha, dubious about the position he was in, and tried to play it off. "...Well, it makes sense, doesn't it? I mean, with your family being religious and all. We've been together so long that marriage just seemed a formality." Fendros looked to one side and continued to talk, "And there's the whole process with the pendant of Mara that the temple hands out, and the rings that would break if we transformed, and I wouldn't even know how a tribunal temple marriage would work, or if there are even marriages in the eyes of Hircine..." Fendros continued as if talking would not escalate the issue at all somehow.