Kaleeth was getting close to Janius' answer. He though she would lead on to it before she wrapped her arms around her. "It won't come to that, but I promise that as long as I can help it, I won't let you hurt anyone." Janius returned the hug and held her for a few moments longer. When he pulled back, he kept his hands on her shoulders, "But you didn't quite guess correctly." He looked around briefly, "Plenty of people make friends and family here, but no werewolf can instinctively live in a pack of this size. Yet still, while some may not trust themselves yet, what keeps them safe is their trust in those around them. I had a chat with Oswall about this. They can feel safe because there will be people around to stop them doing harm." Janius angled his head forward, "You may not be a werewolf, and that may mean you're not part of a pack as far as our beasts are concerned, but you can trust us all. In fact, if I made a promise, I would like you to as well." Janius moved one palm to the back of Kaleeth's neck, "Will you promise to trust me?"

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Attention was brought to Darahil. He slid a nearby chair up and lowered himself carefully down with a wince. "If you would have my counsel in choosing a leader, Meesei, I would rather do so in confidence. I suggest we resolve Harriet first. I did not see her during the battle or afterwards, what does everyone else know?"

Vera shrugged, "Only the same as you do, Darahil. I didn't see her amongst those who came through the corridor."

"The last I saw of her was when we were cornering the last of the main force before assaulting the corridor." Darahil said gruffly, "If she escaped during that time, no one would have stopped her. She would have a few hours head start on any search party, and in freshly fed beast form, no less. If we were to send out a group to hunt her, it would take from the manpower we have and slow our recovery. If she sent for another attack, she would have succeeded by now, though judging by how she behaved on the previous hunt, I would not think that is the case."

"It's getting cold and dark outside," Vera added, "The warriors are tired from the day. We have higher priorities here. I would rather have as many as we can to stay behind to help."

Darahil gave a nod of acknowledgement. "I see no reason to track her immediately, then."

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"...Right..." Fendros opened his eyes again and stared at his knees. "You're right. I trust you. I just...I don't know, I just can't bear to see you in danger. My mind just..." Fendros lifted a hand and gestured to his head indirectly without straining his wounds, "...gets overwhelmed. I get flashes of the...table and the chains. We were both helpless then. I can't let that happen again." Fendros lowered his head and closed his eyes again, this time to discourage crying, "I hope that the old Khajiit...Najirra, I hope he calls upon us. I would be willing to try anything at this point."