Fendros tensed up when he felt a shift in the breeze behind him. It was at least some warning of Ahnasha's approach, but not enough to stop her catching him off-guard.

After a quick laugh, Fendros brought one hand to Ahnasha's arms. "Knowing how I was back then, I would probably have been fearful that it might have been a marriage to the likes of you." He turned his head to plant a kiss on Ahnasha's cheek. "Good morning, Ahna."

Fendros returned to cleaning his arms and upper body with some soap. "Perhaps it is just a Cyrodilic tradition, but I was half-expecting that I would be forbidden from your presence before the ceremony."