Janius' eyes lingered cordially on Zharanthixil. He thought better of anything to say back to the man, instead turning to Julan again. "Listen, son," he said in calm Cyrodilic. "Any talk of staying is a decision for the future. You do not need to worry about it. Doing this rite will not mean you will have to leave anything or anyone behind. In fact, you do not have to do this rite at all if you do not want to." He lowered his head and lifted his brow. "But here's what I think. I think you are capable of it. Your grandfather thinks your capable of it. You carry this out and you can have it for the rest of your life. No one can take it away." He gave Julan an encouraging smile. "Would you like to attempt a rite? You can take some time to think about it if you wish."

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Rhazii forced a smile and looked down at the thought of his grandparents drawing yet more attention to him. He looked back up at Ahnasha's instruction. "Yeah yeah, I know," he said. "Are you going to be okay, father?"

Fendros smiled widely. "I will be fine. I have had to resist far worse circumstances than this, Rhazii." He waved them off. "You enjoy yourselves. I'll see you tonight."