Ahnasha had her head rested on Fendros' shoulder, with one arm around his back and the other reaching up to gently stroke his beard. She had always appreciated that he had grown it, up on her suggestion. The more she thought about it, the more little details about their lives she realized she appreciated him for. In fact, they were both a part of very nearly every aspect of one another's lives, in some capacity. It was sometimes easy to take for granted how much they had come to rely upon each other. 

"Neither of us could give up. Never, not as long as Rhazii has a life to live. Saving the world is great by itself, sure, but I am saving it for him. If you were not to make it, I would be happy to follow you into the Hunting Grounds, but for him...he deserves the best life we can make for him." Ahnasha answered. 

Shifting her body to the side, Ahnasha gave him a lengthy kiss. "I am really hoping we can persuade the General to back down. As much as I hate him, for as many innocents as he has killed, I would really rather just avoid fighting him. For our own safety."