Llarasa almost guffawed at Ahnasha's comments, but couldn't overcome her guilt enough to produce more than an amused exhale. "Well, that's good to hear. A dagger probably wouldn't be worth much, but if it helps, then I suppose it's alright."

"Actually, it's silver," Fendros mentioned, "He could have done us a lot of harm with it."

"Silver?" Llarasa took on a concerned face again, "I had no idea he had it, but...why would silver do you a lot of harm?"

Given that they had the time, Fendros decided to elaborate. He didn't sound enthused to, though, "Silver burns the flesh of a lycan. It can kill us very quickly if it enters our bodies. I think Monderyn may have been keeping it to use on me for a long time now."

"That's horrible! I mean, the whole thing last night was horrid, but to think he had intended to for who knows how long...I'm glad no one was killed, let alone hurt."

Fendros stepped up to Llarasa and comfortingly rubbed her upper arm with his hand. "It's okay. I don't think he will be harming anyone from now on. He promised he wouldn't harm you again."

"Yes, he said as much." Llarasa sighed, "I wish he could find it in his heart not to hate you so." Llarasa looked away.

"He might some day, we'll see." Fendros looked out of the gate. Meesei mentioned that they had some time to talk, so he figured some catching up wouldn't go astray. Truthfully, they would probably require a whole day to go over everything that had happened. There was a little time left, though. "So, what does the future hold for you, sister?"

Llarasa glanced back to Fendros' face and took a deep breath while she thought of something. "Nothing really set in stone yet. I've started oil painting and have sold a few pieces. It doesn't make much money, but I'm hoping to save up to travel. Mostly to find some space away from the family. Being the youngest doesn't do favours for mother and father trusting my independence, especially with the way you left." Llarasa made sure to grin to make sure she wasn't causing Fendros any guilt.

"That sounds exactly like something you would do," Fendros smiled back.

Without letting any more talk continue, Llarasa looked down at the basket she had brought and picked it up, removing the cloth to reveal some steaming crusty bread rolls similar to the one she was eating before they arrived. "I should pass these around before they get cold. They smelled so good that I had to pick some up for you on the way. I bought you seven for the road, but it appears that's just enough for everyone." Llarasa walked to each of the members of the pack to hand out the food, with Fendros being first.

"Oh, thank you, Llarasa. You didn't have to, really," Fendros said politely as he was handed a roll, even though the bread did smell delicious.

"Nonsense, these will warm you up this morning." Llarasa said as she moved on to everyone else, "So, if I may ask, what are all of your names?" Llarasa sounded confident enough, but there was still a small fear in meeting a group of werewolves that manifested in her knees being a little unsteady.