Kaleeth was not entirely convinced, but she also did not argue. His words were kind, and she appreciated his affection, but her fear overshadowed everything else at this point. What her father would do if he found out about the lycanthropy was beyond anything she could guess, so for now, she just wanted to stop that from happening. She did not resist when Janius picked her pack up. In fact, were she not so distracted in her own thoughts, she would have urged him to run faster. They had easily outrun her father, which meant he had to slow down to track them, but he had plenty of time to follow, and he certainly would not have given up. 

Kaleeth tried to think about what Janius said as they ran along. He claimed that she could learn to control it, but she did not understand how. This beast in her mind was powerful and had even more of a direct influence on her mind than the Hist. She couldn't imagine how anyone could control such a force. Janius was obviously in control of his beast, but what if a werewolf's spirit was easier to manage than what she had become? Would that mean she would always be out of control, that she could never be around others again? The uncertainty filled her with fear, almost to the point that she did not notice a familiar scent in the air. 

It was fortunate that they were running into the wind as they were running back to Janius' equipment, since it allowed them to catch Zharanthixil's scent before they could see him. They were close to where Kaleeth had transformed, which, unfortunately, meant that her father had likely found Janius equipment. "Wait, stop." Kaleeth said in a whisper. "I smell him, he is there already. You...you should turn back to normal. We can...talk to him or something. I don't know, what can we tell him? We need to tell him a reason you are naked now. Why would you abandon your things?"