Calia sighed and set herself back into her seat. "Time will tell. Rossarm is not one to renege words such as what he said, I am afraid. To him, Fendros is disowned and nothing will change that in any short amount of time." Calia offered at least a little hope in her voice as she continued. "There is a chance that he will forgive Fendros, though it may take as long as a century or more. It is an elven matter that will be solved in elven time."

With a sad smile, Calia offered a hand. "Receiving letters from you and Fendros would be much appreciated, all the same."

Rhazii traded a look with Fendros before looking at Monderyn again and shaking his head.

"Six years," Monderyn said. "He was bigger than me for most of our childhood. He would keep an eye on me, because I was the youngest between Fendros, Llarasa, and me. Even if Llarasa was only older than me by a year." Monderyn's smile became more genuine from his reminiscing. "Though Fendros was always the one who got to pick the fresh pastries first because he could run faster."

"Didn't stop you trying to filch them from me anyway, I remember," Fendros retorted with a similar smile. He peered around to Rhazii. "You and Newt are pretty similar like that sometimes, aren't you little one?"

Rhazii nodded deeply and spoke with his high voice. "Newt tries to take my sweets all the time. Uncle Janius makes us share." Rhazii breathed in and widened his eyes. "I look after Newt as well. He wanders around sometimes and I give him a hug if he falls over."

"That's kind of you," Monderyn gave.