Kaleeth gave a few nervous looks around the village. They were out of the Treeminder's hut, but still directly in the middle of the village, with plenty of others around. Knowledge of Cyrodilic was not common among them, but there were some who could speak it to varying degrees. After a few seconds of hesitation, she wordlessly took Janius' hand in hers and started to lead him away to the edge of, then completely out of the village. Some of her tears had returned by the time they had gotten far enough from the village for her to feel safe enough to stop. 

Once more, Kaleeth paused, this time looking out among the trees: particularly the Hist trees dispersed around the area. Finally, she responded to him, though not with an answer to his question. "It was all meant to be."

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The trio headed right back up to Ahnasha and Fendros' room to talk privately. Ahnasha was slower to speak this time, allowing Calia the chance to sit down in the room's single chair and settle in before herself sitting down on the bed across from her. For this, Ahnasha was still somewhat dubious on how to approach the subject. Usually, it was Meesei who took care of giving these sorts of explanations to outsiders, even though all of the pack were trusted to be able to make that judgment. The fact that it was Fendros' mother only further complicated matters, but at the very least, she already knew about their lycanthropy. The only revelation that they would need to make was the true importance and scale of what they were doing. 

"This is...well, this is difficult to talk about, but what I saw up on that mountain trail in Rossarm has changed things. It's given me questions and ideas that go far beyond mere family squabbles in importance. I think, Calia, that your husband could be very important in keeping us, you, and...many others safe in the months to come, if we can secure his help. But, we are...restricted in what we can say to you without some promises from you first. Essentially, we have to swear you to secrecy. Officially. Oh, what was that full speech Marod gave us?" Ahnasha began, rubbing the back of her neck in thought. "I may be paraphrasing it, but...'do you swear, Calia Avarul, to complete secrecy in all matters forthcoming? Do you swear to refrain from repeating any detail of this matter, in part or whole, to any persons or organizations without the permission of the appropriate Imperial authority? Do you swear these things in the name of his Imperial Majesty Flavius Mede, under the pain of treason and all associated punishments?'"

Ahnasha's sudden shift in tone and formality could have been taken as some sort of jest, but her gaze was dead serious, followed by some degree of regret. Much like Fendros, involving his parents at all was not Ahnasha's first choice. Even just the request for secrecy by itself, invoking the name of the Emperor himself, would clue Calia in that her and Fendros were involved in events of substantially greater importance than anything they had openly alluded to before. Though, Calia might have already picked up on some details that hinted at it. "I understand if you want to say no to that kind of an oath. I wouldn't blame you." Ahnasha added.