Irenya's eyes widened with genuine surprise, not at Ahnasha, but at Fendros. It was as if she did not believe what he was saying, or could not understand it. "What? How can you not keep sacred your own traditions? To give up on your people, on your cultural heritage; I do not care what conditions you have, that is simply madness. You are young, Fendros, barely more than a child among our people. Actually, I suppose I should not be angry with you. I am guessing you were turned before you could learn to appreciate our people. It is the only reason I can imagine why you would be so willing to forsake the Dunmer. I want to help you, Fendros. I want to help you rediscover who you are."

Ahnasha was having a difficult time restraining herself from lashing out verbally, and perhaps physically, at Irenya. She was being so close-minded and condescending in her opinions. Now, she was trying to say that Fendros was somehow lesser for not living like other Dunmer. Although her words were not directed at Ahnasha herself this time, insults towards her family were just as bad in her mind.