Fendros' smile lowered slightly and he closed his eyes. As much as he had been trying to tell himself the same thing, hearing it from Ahnasha helped his hopes.

Fendros brought his hand up to the back of Ahnasha's neck. "I hope you're right Ahna. I hope you're right."

After enjoying the contact for a few seconds longer, Fendros' other hand found Ahnasha's and took the soap from her. "Your turn."

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The pack and Gallus made their way to the Temple shortly after their morning routines and preparations were complete. Cuts-Canes-Faster had volunteered to watch over the campsite while they were gone, even after being invited to the ceremony. He was not one for temples, he said.

Just as the priest promised, the small temple was empty save for himself and an aide. He greeted each in the pack kindly, welcoming them inside. His friendliness seemed strange against the imposing statues that made up the reclamations, though the sight of Daedric princes was not one they were unfamiliar with.

Fendros sat on a pew, tapping his heel against the floor. He kept glancing over to the door. "We had exchanged the details. I would have thought they would arrive soon," Fendros said. "The ceremony is meant to begin soon, but we might have to delay it."