Fendros did have too much disappointment to hide. Even if his was a reasonable request, he knew Hal-Neesa's pride was reliably stubborn.

Looking around, he found a wooden crate up against a wall that he was strong enough to lift and place down by the table. He sat just high enough to need to lean forward uncomfortably when reach the tea cup offered to him. Sabine took the initiative to find herself a small barrel, which placed her uncomfortably low compared to a chair.

At first, Fendros was not sure how to respond, except to at least give the impression that he was listening. "Ahnasha says you're also not as bad as first impressions would indicate," he finally said, though without the confidence to look Hal-Neesa in the eyes. Sipping his tea gave enough of an excuse while he spoke, though when he placed his cup back on the table, he betrayed a little concern.

"It's been a while since I spoke with anyone in your Xanmeer," Fendros continued with a neutral frown. "What exactly comes of those who you foster? If you do not mind me asking."