"I know," Fendros breathed. He swallowed and squeezed Ahnasha's hands tighter for a moment before speaking. "I am unsure whether he will attend at all. He..." Fendros closed his mouth and hesitated. "That may have looked like a tantrum but...what he said back there, I have no reason to believe that he will take any of it back. I dishonoured him, the family, and our ancestors, and now I am disowned."

Fendros turned his head to one side, looking at the vineyard again. "I would not be surprised if he pretended I did not exist if I went to speak with him right now." Fendros blinked a few times, but otherwise remained monotonous. "If he wants to attend the wedding, I'll try to talk to him. If he does not want to do anything but disrupt it or cut me off from mother, or my brother or sister, or even the pack, I will ask him to leave. He is powerful, but he would not dare cause violence in the temple. Even if he does, the pack will be there."

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Sabine was silent but for her breathing for a moment. Even if Meesei's words were true, Sabine wasn't convinced.

"I am still worried." Sabine brought one hand up to her own shoulder and stared at the closed book. "The last time we tried to get help from a Daedra, we had to help destroy a town, Ahnasha and Fendros were tortured, and Rhazii was injured. Both us and the cult got what they wanted, but it cost more than we thought they could take away." Sabine brought her eyes to Meesei's again. "What if Mora tries to take something away from you without stopping your ability to fight Vile? You could harm yourself, or a clan, or one of us. You saw the cultists, they did not care about their own lives. Why should Mora care about yours or ours?"