"Maybe as a middle name then." Fendros added to the name conversation, oblivious of the Khajiit naming system.

As for the next question, Fendros' eyes looked down and he leaned his head back against the mushroom tree, thinking of the right words. It was something that had been at the back of his mind, but something he was actively avoiding as well. Would he be able to love a Khajiit child in their many forms? He took a moment, considering. He had mostly been avoiding the issue because he genuinely had no idea, and if he didn't know, there was a chance that he wouldn't be able to love it. He didn't want to hurt Ahnasha. He had to make a decision.

Fendros opened his mouth to speak, then paused and closed it. He took a while to figure it out, but something came to his mind that put things in perspective. "Ahna," He didn't look at her directly, "I don't know what is going to happen. Whatever does, I will do my utmost to try and love this child. In whatever form it takes." He shifted to lean his shoulder against the tree and placed his hand on Ahnasha's stomach, looking to it as if he had his hand on the head of his future child. "I think it's going to work out, though, because, before we traveled this far... I didn't know that I could control my beast spirit, I didn't know that I could hunt as part of the pack, I didn't know that I would ever see this much of Morrowind in my entire life... and most of all..." Fendros' eyes met Ahnasha's, inches apart, "I didn't know that I could fall in love with Khajiit named Ahnasha."

While Ahnasha and Fendros had become close, this was the first time he had openly admitted the feelings that he had developed over the journey. He had struggled to make sense of it until recently, and he was wondering whether to say anything at all. His heart raced and he hoped he didn't say the wrong thing.