Tunxeek patiently waited for the communion to come and go from Kaleeth's mind. When Kaleeth's awareness returned, he said no words to disturb her. He offered comfort with a hand on her shoulder.

However, Kaleeth's grief was not going to pass in such a short moment. Tunxeek knew anything could have happened in the ritual. After giving Kaleeth some time, he craned his head forward to try and see her covered face. [i]"Did you learn what you needed to, Kaleeth-rei?"[/i]

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"And I think you're underestimating him. You're being..." He let out the rest of his breath in futility. "No, you're right, arguing over guesswork isn't helping. I just..." He tightened his lips and looked away. "I hate this. I hate him. I hate how he treats you, me, the family. I don't even want to be near him. He's a twisted bastard and he can rot in Oblivion for all I care. But talking with mother about it can't hurt."

He turned on his heel and walked towards the door with a frown on his face. He did not give Ahnasha so much as a glance. "We can talk with mother now and get this over with."