Before leaving the cave, Kaleeth made sure to grab her bow, as well as a wamasu egg from the nearby nest. She would have grabbed all of them, but a single one was about the size of her head, so that would have been difficult. She did not know why Janius wanted her to leave the cave, but she trusted him enough to follow his lead. The sounds echoing up from within the cave gave somewhat of an explanation as to what he was doing. While she was waiting, she examined the cuts on her arm, which had started to cause her some pain now that her adrenaline had worn off. Some of the cuts were pretty deep, but the potion was causing them to regenerate relatively quickly. Nevertheless she took her loincloth and used it as a bandage to wrap up her arm to help prevent it from becoming infected. 

At first, Kaleeth thought Janius was trying to eat the wamasu, but when he emerged in his human form, it was the scent of ogre blood that covered him. She was still somewhat confused about what was going on, and why he had decided to eat the raw flesh of the ogre, especially in the current situation. Maybe there was more to his beast-like form than just a new body? When Janius asked about werewolves, she shook her head. "No, what is a...where-wolf? Is that what you turned into? I want to know where you learned the magic to turn into it. It made you very...powerful. I am glad you were there with me." Kaleeth answered. Even with Janius' transformation, she was beyond cheerful. The goal of becoming a hunter was something she had been working at for years, and she had finally attained it. She credited Janius greatly for helping her, as she knew it would not have happened otherwise. She found herself looking at him more often, and a bit...differently than just as a close friend, as Janius would no doubt be able to see in her expression. 

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Ahnasha gave a laugh as she set up her supplies. She did not exactly have a proper easel or anything, so she had to make due with a flat rock. While she was still by no means an expert painter, she had at least graduated to using color paint by this point. Luckily, with all the plants in the marsh, Sabine was able to create dyes easily. They may or may not have been poisonous, but as long as no one was eating her paintings, it would be fine. She rubbed her chin lightly as she looked over Fendros. She tried to look the part of an artist while he was trying to act like a model. They both probably looked ridiculous from the outside, but she didn't really care. She was both enjoying her painting, and the chance to do something different with Fendros, something she enjoyed.

"Hmm, let me see." She said, holding out her hands as if she were framing a painting. She wasn't actually accomplishing anything by doing this, she just wanted to look more like a painter. "I want you to strip down, then strike a heroic pose. Something strong, like you would see in a statue. Maybe I can do justice to all the muscle you've been building recently? It seems your training with Lorag has been going well, hasn't it? Not to mention all that practice with a bow. I've been raising the draw strength on your bow, so that might have had a bit of an influence."