Monderyn kept silent to Ahnasha's offer to help should the need arise. It was unclear whether he did not want her to help or whether he didn't know how to respond.

The shift of subject prevented Monderyn being forced to respond. Instead, Fendros spoke up with a smile. "Really? You didn't know?" He let out a half-laugh. "I could have sworn I told you. I'm an atronach. I can't just sit still for a moment to regain magicka when I use it."

Llarasa spread a wide grin. "I think I remember that you didn't like the lessons anyway, brother." She stepped forward and poured them all fresh cups of tea.

For the moment, Fendros enjoyed the relative peace that had arisen. Even Monderyn couldn't help but smile lightly, despite still staring at the wall.

"It took a long while for mother and father to give up on me with magic," Fendros continued. "The potions were too expensive for long lessons. Meesei was a much better teacher."

"Oh?" Llarasa placed down the pot and took a seat. Her eyebrows were raised with curiosity. "Have you been taking lessons from her?"

"A long time ago, yes," Fendros said. "I learned only a few spells, but they've helped me in emergencies." He turned to Ahnasha with a smile. "A conjured dagger saved my life on one occasion. Likely more than one."