Fendros glanced up and down from his plate. "I know what you mean. It's concerning to think that potentially any way we've fought before could be used against us. It makes me second-guess myself. I can't decide what's scarier; that we don't know what he's going to try or that we don't know when he's going to do it."

Perhaps it was the thought lingering or perhaps it was him trying to avoid fearful chatter about Do'rhajul, but Fendros switched his tone. "You know, Julan has been kind to Rhazii in the past. He's come to me before to say that playing with friends his age was difficult. He was at an unfair advantage and...while they weren't mean to him, they tended to leave him out. Julan made sure he got to play, though. He's been a good brother." Fendros put down his fork and knife. "Between you and me, before we found the Bruma clan, I was concerned that Ahna and I would have to try for another child so Rhazii wouldn't grow up too lonely. Now, you and Janius have still always been like family, do not mistake, but it was lucky for us that you decided to have Julan."