Ariel nodded in understanding. Even if her intention was to promote a wider understanding of lycanthropy, what wasn't widely known about them may still be a help to packs trying to survive. To her last point, Ariel recalled the heavy wounds that Meesei had sustained shortly before they met. Even though she was in no shape to stand, let alone fight, she had stood up to face her as if it was nothing.

The mention of the pack's responsibility in facing the rest of the world was something that made them all quiet for a moment. There was a common apprehension in some of them pertaining to only showing their true selves within the pack, but with how many people outside of the pack they interacted with, perhaps it wouldn't be such a problem. As long as they covered each other's flaws, they would play the part of Hircine's chosen.

"Well, it's just a thought," Ariel broke the silence, waving one hand dismissively, "for now I should be focussing on Thorn. Making a new life for myself."

With the topic running aground, Ariel's eyes found the waterskin, still with some trodh remaining. She extended a hand to point to the movement within the waterskin. "What are those?"

Janius smiled and looked at Ariel, "Try one. Swallow one whole and live."

"Really?" Ariel said, now so used to Janius' jesting nature that sincerity was hard to notice from him.

"Yes, really," Janius held out a hand, palm up, towards the waterskin, "They're poisonous if you kill them beforehand, according to Meesei."

Ariel curled her lips apprehensively. Janius sounded somewhat serious this time, but it looked like she needed some encouragement.

Now finished with both of Ahnasha's feet, Fendros looked over to her face. "There we are, how are your feet feeling?" He asked, lightly brushing his fingertips down one of her soles. He didn't immediately intend to tickle her, but her reaction might give him a hint.