"Very well," Fendros felt a little more consoled, it made sense that instinct would drive them to keeping the child safe. He scratched his chin and leaned his cheek on one hand, looking to the ground. Whatever slack he had allowed in the knot in his stomach had tightened back up since he started asking questions.

"It's all quite a lot to take in, isn't it?" Fendros said in a low voice. His thoughts spun and spiraled, it was his fault for retrieving the drinks, his fault for not spurning Ahnasha while she was clearly drunk. No matter what she had said this morning about the events that transpired, Fendros kept blaming himself. "It all seems so unreal," Fendros gave his eyes a quick rub with his fingers, then looked up at Ahnasha "maybe we're just dreaming, Ahna." He took a deep breath through his nose, then sat up straighter, pinching himself in the arm, just in case. Nothing. He raised a small smile for an instant at his own foolish hope. He looked over at Ahnasha, "How are you feeling about all this? I'm not sure that I've asked."