With a sigh through his nose, Janius twisted is mouth and conceded that he should just be forthcoming with Lorag. "She has...well, she is afraid all of the time, but we're all a bit afraid here, no it's...she's having a difficult time coming to terms with her nature as a werecrocodile and she's got it in her head that she can't. That she's useless. I know that's not true, she has learned a lot since she joined us, and I think she's capable, but whenever she makes a mistake, she just completely loses her mind and withdraws. It doesn't help that whenever that happens, she seems to get quite homesick." Janius leaned against a wall and crossed his arms, looking low at the opposite wall of the corridor. He had to admit that even with all this time to think about it, actually putting the situation into words helped to give him some perspective, no matter what Lorag's response to it all might be. "I tried to talk her out of that anxious torpor she put herself in yesterday by trying to lend her some optimism, then she snapped at me and said I was lying to her. Today, I thought I would try something to prove that she could overcome challenges when she was out of her element. I thought of trying some sword sparring where she would have to experiment and try to overcome a simple technique." Janius extended a palm out in front of him, "At the very least it would get her moving, maybe help against sitting still and constantly letting the stress get bigger and bigger." He looked away, ashamed at his failure, "Then she just got too frustrated, had an outburst where she pinned me against the wall-" Janius' tone went from recounting to reasoning frantically, almost interrupting himself for a moment, "she didn't do any harm and I doubt she would have under any circumstances - it was just her beast spirit I think. Anyway, she got scared again, now she's run off again."

Janius turned his head to Lorag again, angling forward. He had an expression as if he was overwhelmed and at his wits' end. "So that's why I thought I might as well ask how you might have dealt with what she's going through. I was on my way to explain why she didn't have to be upset about her outburst, and why I lead her to get frustrated just now. I'm not sure whether that would be enough, though. I feel like I'm spinning in circles."

As Orskan explained the general concept of his necromantic extension of life, Fendros shifted uncomfortably. Black souls came from people. To bind them in such a way would be cruel beyond measure. With what Ahnasha knew of magic, Fendros doubted that she was unaware, but she still latched onto the idea. Before Orskan could respond, Fendros placed his hand on Ahnasha's shoulder to pull her attention away. "Ahna," Fendros said with a worried look, "Can we talk about this? Please?"