The Argonian continued looking away from Gallus, despondent. The pain from her burns kept her intermittently in tears, while the shackles and hard stone floor did nothing to help her comfort. "What does it matter? You're going to kill me anyway. I'm just a failure. I'll die as a failure, then get tortured for eternity. That's what I have to look forward to. It doesn't matter what you do to me, because it will only get worse. My life is over, my...existence is over. If you want a name to put on my grave, it is Dar-tzesa." She finally answered. 

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Irenya curled her lips and looked down at the remainder of her meal briefly. "I see...and I suppose you do not want them at your wedding, then? I cannot say I know where else you could find a nontraditional Dunmer priest, but...well there is nothing saying your wedding has to be within the walls of the city. I am sure your story is a common one in a place like Cheydinhal, with how the Imperials influence the Dunmer there. You could just ask for something discrete."

At this point, it seemed clear that Irenya had come to terms with, and was in support of Fendros' relationship. If not, then the act she was putting on was an elaborate one. What was not clear was [i]why[/i] she had her sudden change of heart. Neither Ahnasha, nor anyone else had mentioned speaking to Irenya on Fendros' behalf since their last conversation aboard the ship.