"You're the leader then? You sound like you're the leader." The Nord spoke while she walked. She was still tense enough that she didn't feel safe, but this was likely not what she expected would happen. "If you're offering to let me go if I talk, I'll answer your questions. I'm the only one left in my mercenary band unless you found others. It's not as if I'll be doing much more in your...little war, I guess." The Nord paused for a moment, thinking. "We were told that you were a large bunch of werewolves that were ravaging the countryside, just savages. The werewolf hunters they brought in, they trained us to fight you with silver, they said you were just animals, but...this looks more like an underground village."

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Janius looked up to Kaleeth's eyes when she spoke. Janius had thought that Kaleeth's emotions were mainly to do with killing and being injured, but the cannibalism took him slightly off-guard. He had taken the issue for granted for so long that he assumed Kaleeth had accepted it. He felt stupid for not realising it.

For a short moment, Janius considered trying to reason cannibalism with Kaleeth. He thought that he could make her think about the act not as an abomination but as the natural instinct of the creature inside of her. That would have been an idiotic thing to do as well. Distraught as she was, it was unlikely that she had any room in her mind for deep thought. Janius thought hard enough that he decided to shift back to his human form in order to properly consider the situation. He didn't let Kaleeth go while he transformed.

After another moment standing still, Janius collected a stool from nearby to sit down on. He thought he had found something appropriate to say. The fatigue of the battle had grasped Janius at this point, making his tone croaky and quiet, "I understand, Kaleeth. It's confronting to eat humanoid flesh, especially when you are not in control. All us lycans go through the same feeling that you are going through now. I can't force you to accept it, all I can say is that it doesn't make you a monster. Not while you're still a thinking, feeling Argonian that you are now. Not while you're in control." Janius' eyes flicked down, then up again, "Though, no matter what happens, I still love you. I always have. I won't ever leave you to die."

Ahnasha walked past many less fortunate defenders on the way to Fendros. Many of the more grevously wounded people were hanging onto life by a thread, some had succumbed and had blankets pulled over their heads. Most had some form of family or friends around and tears were flowing, both out of worry and grief. It was likely a worse sight out where they were lining up those defenders who had died during the fighting as their loved ones returned from the ruins. There were less casualties out there than there were in the infirmary, but that did not make the prospect any less depressing.

Ahnasha's search for Fendros came to an end when she found him on a table in Dunmer form. His lower leg was wrapped tightly in a long cover of bandages, as was his left shoulder and his right upper arm. His arm was still being dressed by a Breton healer who was channelling restoration magic into it. Fendros' first reaction to hearing Ahnasha's voice was to open his eyes. He had been awake for a short while now, but he dared not move much. "Ahna?" He said with pain in his voice. He was brave enough to crane his head up to see her, "Thank the eight, you're unharmed. Once we heard about the enemy attack, I was afraid the worst would happen."