"Oh Ahna, no." Fendros held her as well, trying to think as Ahnasha cried into him. "You aren't trouble to me, please don't blame yourself." He thought for a moment about what she had said. To say that she was not beautiful was a blatant lie in his mind. To think that being an elf would solve these problems would probably have made her such a different person that Fendros wouldn't recognise any detail about her. The mention of necromantic magic to extend her life was something that deeply concerned Fendros, especially with what can go wrong. What he knew about it was limited to hearing about the practices of certain Dunmer families as well as the tribunal, but it was not something he liked the idea of.

With one hand, Fendros lifted Ahnasha's head by the chin so he could look at her again. "Ahnasha, I did not fall in love with an elf. You are beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, especially yourself." He kissed her on the forehead before continuing, "This... magic to extend your life... It could go wrong, it could make you become a husk of your former self. You wouldn't be Ahnasha any more. I can't let that happen." He then sighed bowed his head forward, closing his eyes. "What are we to do?" He whispered almost rhetorically. It was he that started to hold her tight now, it had all fallen into a hopeless conundrum again. "Maybe there's someone else who knows a better answer." He said hopefully.

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"Oh, I see." Ariel replied briskly, blushing slightly. It was still strange to hear about such a pairing, but apparently it was true.

There was a nudge on Ariel's arm. She turned to see Sabine's eyes demanding her attention. It looked like she had set up the equipment required to make the resisting potions. "Ah, well, we might as well begin." Ariel said. The activity that followed involved Ariel writing down a detailed recipe for preparing the required ingredients and making the potion to resist the suppression gas out of them. It was a simple recipe, just as she promised, but it involved an awful lot of chopping and grinding the ingredients, before making a condensate out of one and just mixing in the others. She wrote it as she demonstrated it to Sabine and anyone else who was watching. Sabine imitated her as best as she could, and actually ended up making a purer end product than her older sister. Ariel was unsure exactly why, but she expressed her suspicions that maybe the purer mixture had more patience put into it. The end product itself was a number of vials of sickly yellow liquid that had a genuinely awful smell and taste, but had come out perfectly according to Ariel. Their first batch was a smaller one in order to practice the recipe, enough for four doses. They might have time to make a few more before night fell.

After the while it took to make the potions, Ariel looked over to where Meesei was resting and treating herself. She couldn't quite see how far she had gotten through the regeneration potion while she wasn't looking, so Ariel was curious as to her progress. "Meesei, how are you feeling now?"