Fendros wrapped his arms around Ahnasha and received her kiss gladly, though he did use the time to try to think of what to say. He was, as a result, more distracted than Ahnasha was.

Fendros spoke gently to Ahnasha after their kiss ended. "I'm happy with how Llarasa and mother received us. I'm actually rather surprised how well things went with mother, but it was going to go either this way or far worse with how swiftly everything was told. Still, she puts on her 'armour' and she's almost impossible to read. I still cannot know for sure if she wholly approves of everything. What she said to Monderyn in the woods, however...I have no reason to presume that was a lie."

Pausing, Fendros turned his head slightly to eye the ground beside them. "As for Monderyn, he is still trying to process everything. When we spoke in private in the temple, he was trying to fathom calling Rhazii and Newt his nephews. He is...more open to the idea than you might think, but he feels as though he would cause problems if he got too close to them." Fendros glanced up at Ahnasha's eyes. "It's a sort of immediate reaction with us elves and other races. Monderyn doesn't really know how to deal with it. I tried to reassure him. Even so, I think he's having more trouble with father." Fendros closed his eyes and silently sighed. "I think father is trying to drive a wedge between myself and the family. Mother is having none of it, evidently, but Monderyn does not want to be disowned either. Mostly, I think, he doesn't want the same drama that was present when I...well, died."

Fendros' eyes opened halfway and his tone took a downward turn. "That leaves father. I'm..." Fendros' voice levelled to a monotone. "Disappointed. To say the very least, disappointed. He has decided in no unambiguous terms that I am dead to him. As much as I can hope for it to change, it won't, not unless he suddenly changes his entire personality." Fendros swallowed felt a lump in his throat that he tried to hide. "I feel somewhat powerless, actually."