The Nord watched Meesei leave the room until she was out of sight. The guards were disciplined enough not to complain about keeping watch so soon after the battle, but leaving them in the cold corridor without any clothing or weapons made them look out of place.

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Janius looked to Kaleeth for a short while, trying not to looked as saddened as her words made him. It took him a few moments to get his senses back together and realise how selfish his thoughts were. Naively, he had assumed that Kaleeth wouldn't think about a cure. It was only natural, though. Janius had thoughts about a cure a long time ago, shortly after he was turned and at odd times afterwards. He leaned the heel of his palm on his chin and thought of how to respond. While Kaleeth was so upset, she would not easily accept her current situation, but Janius could at least try to sow some thought.

"Kaleeth...if you woke up tomorrow morning and you were no longer a lycanthrope, what would you do?" Janius asked without any accusation.

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"Well if I'm so forgetful, I may as well have forgotten that those hunters had pushed you all the way back into the ruin from the gate." Fendros said quickly and defensively. Ahnasha's advice to think didn't seem to register. "I may as well have not trained at all for all the trust you now have in my abilities. How about I just give up now? There is plenty of silver from the enemy soldiers, I could just crawl over to a blade and cut my arms off. Does that sound preferable?"

The healer counted it a mercy when he finished tying off Fendros' wound. He was able to slink away from the drama to tend to more peaceful patients.