With a slow look over to Meesei, then back towards Kaleeth, Janius walked forward to where she was crying into the bloodied ground. He felt this was his fault again. He might have stopped Kaleeth, prevented her from realising what was probably one of her worst fears about being a lycanthrope. It was clear that there would be no more hunting or lessons for Kaleeth today, but Janius still needed to hunt for himself in his werewolf form. Without any words of comfort or clarification, Janius leaned down and scooped up Kaleeth in his arms, then he turned towards the camp and began to walk. He was intent on not letting her go until she was with the others.

With some time to think, Janius came to realise that it would only be a matter of time before something like this happened. He was fooling himself to think that it wouldn't. A slip of control, a set of bad circumstances. He had to admit that it was strange to find imperial highwaymen in such a dangerous land in the first place. It could have been a dangerous group equipped against great beasts of the marsh, putting Kaleeth's life in danger by attacking them. Or it could have been something that would be harder for Kaleeth to come to terms to, like peaceful travellers, a family even. Well, he supposed that was a family, by the words of the survivor. That only made him feel worse.

"I am sorry, Kaleeth." Janius said, talking with difficulty through his snout while he carried Kaleeth, "I wish your first person killed was under better circumstances, but it is what we all go through at some point." Janius wished he could transform back, but he needed to hunt. Seeing and smelling the blood only made it worse.