Fendros returned the hug. He recognised the sights and smells of his surroundings and felt safe. He was still too foggy to wrap his head around everything Ahnasha said, but he could understand enough.

"It's over." He repeated. The idea ran up the back of his head as he stared up at the sky through the tree branches. He could feel his heart skipping along in his chest in response. Scrunching his eyes shut, he shifted back into his Dunmer form, carefully bringing himself up to a sitting position. His head stayed bent forward as he breathed deeply.

Even then, his heart did not slow. He turned his head to Ahnasha and, after a moment, an involuntary laugh bubbled up from his chest. He could not seem to stop it. It was unlike him to laugh like an idiot, he knew, but the laughter kept flowing. He brought his arms around Ahnasha and laughed even louder. He continued as he held her closely until Ahnasha could feel tears on his cheek.

"We're alive," he whispered. "You're alive. Thank Hircine." He squeezed her in his arms. "I love you so much."

Before long, he looked up and around again. He remembered himself and his position. Leaving the matter of the one who bestowed as much on him to the side, he looked around for those that remained.

"Ahna, where is everyone else?" He asked.