Rhazii was apparently distracted by a sound in the distance that was probably a musical street performance. He turned his attention to Ahnasha upon his name being called and his faint smile melted away.

"Oh..." His brow tightened and his ears lowered back. His despondency flooded over his demeanour enough to make him look away and breathe uneasily in an effort to keep his tears back. "But if Do'rhajul won't attack us in the city, we would be safe here, right?"

"Do'rhajul is not just dangerous in a fight, son," Fendros said. "He would recognise you and your brother as young and untrained. That means he will target you to get to us. If we're separated in the city, he might find a way to capture and hurt you two. We cannot risk that."

Rhazii bowed his head. "That's not fair. You said we would get to see the Redguard fighters and military. You said we could help you with the search."

Fendros sighed and placed a hand on Rhazii's shoulder, looking more sympathetic. "I know it's disappointing. I wanted to go with you to do all that we said, but this is new information. We have to adapt."

There was little Rhazii could say to retort. He pursed his frowning lips and clenched a fist. He didn't like crying in public.

Janius crossed his arms and looked to Julan. "I hate to fear it, but Ahnasha and Fendros are right. You and Rhazii will have to take care of each other safe at home while we finish this mission."