Irenya shook her head and sighed. "I suppose you don't."

There was silence for a few moments as Irenya allowed her head to rest on her hand. Her thoughts were conflicted, and overall uneasy. She felt great disappointment in Fendros, but could not resolve in her mind what he should actually [i]do[/i] about it. Even in the unlikely situation that he agreed to follow her guidance, she was afraid that she had none to give. 

"I...do not know what to say to you. If you want my honesty, I think it is a great shame what has happened to you. I think you have lost your identity as a Dunmer before you could grow to appreciate its meaning. You became one of us far too young; you should have remained with your family for so much longer. Now, it is impossible to go back. Things have happened in your life which you cannot turn away from. You are missing part of who you are, but...I will just have to accept that I can do nothing to change it. As unfortunate as it is, this is the life you have." Irenya said, giving another sigh in resignation. "Just...pray to those ancestors you spoke of. See if there are any among them who will accept you."

Ahnasha was no less angry than she was before. Irenya's words were still incredibly judgmental, and overall infuriating. She did not want to accept it. She wanted to give Irenya a few good bruises on her condescending face. However, if she could hold her tongue, Irenya might just give up entirely.