Neesa's appearance was enough for Fendros to forget about being grumpy about his father's presence. He took a risk in speaking up beside Meesei. "It hasn't been long since we returned from our business outside of the clan home. Sabine likely does not even know we're returned yet. What's all this about?"

Rossarm, either distracted by the commotion or just curious, had lifted his eyes and slowly turned around to look at Hal-Neesa. He did not take his eyes off her. His resting scowl did not tell much of his thoughts except that he was looking particularly closely.

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Janius hesitated. An aching wave swept under his diaphragm at the hurt Kaleeth went through with the revelation she had. The word 'sacrifice' kept running through Janius' mind.

Still, nothing was said of Kaleeth's death in the invasion. Resolute, Janius looked up to Zharanthixil and spoke without so much as a quiver. [i]"I will do everything I possibly can. I promise you, as her mate...and as a father myself."[/i]