Fendros grinned and exhaled sharply, "No." He turned his head upper body to Ahnasha properly, "I could try to connect with my ancestors again, but I could never let you or Rhazii go. I can't see any communion or advice from a reclamations priest going any other way." He reached a hand to Ahnasha's cheek and became serious for a moment, "You both mean more to me than some spiritual obligation that one grumpy old woman says I have." Fendros moved his hand down to her shoulder and he smiled, "I'm just reminiscing, I think."

"Though, with your path," Fendros glanced to the ground and back to Ahnasha, "Your change of faith was driven by you, mostly. It was your choice to leave the Eight behind. I don't think I ever really took the time to say goodbye to my ancestors." Fendros shifted closer to Ahnasha and put his arm around her shoulder, and then looked to the ground ahead of him again. "I don't know...what do you think I should do?" Fendros asked casually. Despite his emotions, he was obviously not sensitive about it.