Ahnasha had trouble voicing her thoughts immediately. She let out a long, slow breath as she grasped Fendros' hand tightly with one hand, and lethargically finished undressing with the other. "I don't know, I've just been...thinking a lot. I have to say, we're so lucky. So, so lucky. So fortunate with everything we have, and everything we've done. I don't think there's another path my life could have taken that would have made me happier. But, I've just been having these thoughts about...what if our luck starts to run out? Don't get me wrong, we are skilled, powerful. We are the best among our kind and it shows in what we've done. But, we've always made it through. In everything we've done, even if we don't succeed, we've always made it. Alive and...mostly well. But what if we don't? What if our luck runs out and we lose someone? I've spent most of my life with you, and the others. I just can't imagine living without any of them, or you. Or...[i]especially[/i] you."

Ahnasha's briefly became choked up, and there was a hint of a shine in her eyes from the candlelight. "By Hircine, I can't even think about living without you. Back when I was younger, I didn't care about the risk, but we have so much to live for now. So much more. I am just hoping with every part of my being that we can just find Cyrus, in Daggerfall, buy the axe, and just teleport back home. No fighting dragons, and no fighting the General. I don't even care how much coin it would cost us." She explained, her words contrasting sharply with her usual nature.