As soon as he could, Janius got up and stepped away from Zharanthixil. The Master-Hunter had bruised him on the cheek and caused a weeping cut on his upper lip, but otherwise, he only needed to catch his breath. Janius stood glaring at Zharanthixil from outside of his reach with a slouched forward head looking up at him. He saw that he had struck Kaleeth. She didn't deserve any of it; not the blow, not the shame, not whatever punishment he was shouting her down with in Jel.

When the Master-Hunter turned to Janius and threatened him further, Janius was beyond whatever shaming and anger the Argonian man had to inflict. In response, Janius held his head back a little, still breathing quickly, and curled his face into a toothy grimacing grin while looking at Zharanthixil. Janius' look was one filled with disdain. He was just as angry at this stage. Never mind that this was a village leader. It took all of Janius' patience to not lash out at the Master-Hunter. For several moments, Janius stared him down, drinking in the hate while he assembled his words.

Before the situation demanded that once of them leave, Janius spoke. "I remember what you called me when you found us." His voice started out grumbling, but increased in volume as he went on, "It was the first thing you said to me, and it wasn't to anyone else, not Meesei, not Lorag, not Sabine, Ahnasha, not even the Dunmer, Fendros. [i]Waxhuthil.[/i]" Janius hadn't learned the definition of the word since it was spoken, but he knew it to be an insult by the way it was said. "There's something else that you don't like about me. Don't deny that this isn't just about..." he glanced at Kaleeth while she held her wounded snout, wondering for a moment whether the word would be appropriate, "...'protecting' your daughter." He looked to Zharanthixil again and spread his arms apart questioningly, his voice started to rise to a demanding shout, "Tell me what it is about me, regardless of what I have done here, that justifies a [i]pakseech[/i] to give up his honour and strike his own daughter!? I demand to know!" Janius put extra emphasis on the word [i]pakseech[/i] instead of explicitly calling him a father or a leader in Cyrodilic, for he knew that its significance was after learning as such from Kaleeth.

After Janius finished shouting, he felt an itch on his lip where it had been split by Zharanthixil's blows. It had stopped bleeding, and a sharp eye would notice that, through the blood that had dribbled forth, it was near closing completely.