"It's not about trust, Fendros." Ahnasha answered. At least by appearances, she did not appear to be regretful nor remorseful, and she did not hesitate to reply. "I stand by everything I've done, all I've accomplished. But, I know what it could mean for me if all this was discovered by the wrong people. That's why I go through all the trouble of hiding it. Multiple hideaways, burying the thralls, scattering around Falmer totems. I know I have been a bit reckless in the past about showing my abilities, and I can only thank Hircine that it hasn't yet come back to bite me. And if you and the others didn't know about it, then you couldn't be blamed if I was found out. All this was to protect you, and I hope it does end up helping us when we end up facing down Vile's daedra."

Ahnasha turned towards Fendros and slowly wrapped her arms around him. "Just think about it. After all this is over, after we win, we won't have to worry about all this fighting and...planning a war. We'll all make it back from this, and finally be able to just live as a family. You're the second to the most influential Champion that Hircine has ever had; we can give Rhazii a better life than any lycan could ever hope for. I'm sure there will still be plenty of work for us, but we'll be able to have so much more time to ourselves. We could go explore all new parts of Tamriel, or go re-visit ones we never had a chance to really appreciate. We could go back to Elsweyr and visit old friends, maybe show Rhazii some of his cultural heritage. Then we could go to Morrowind and do the same for your side of his family. We won't have to rush, or have impending death looming over our heads. We can finally just...live, together. So, please don't fault me too much for wanting to make sure that will happen."