Fendros moved his head in the direction that Ahnasha's claws were moving to minimise the pain. He needed to pull up his lips to one side to smile, but he would say he was amused if asked. The mention of Rhazii's teeth caused him to raise an eyebrow. "His teeth?" Fendros looked more closely at Rhazii's smile and spotted the specks of white that were the beginning of his fangs. Given how Ahnasha had been feeding Rhazii up to this point, his expression dropped into realisation and he felt a tingle of empathy for Ahnasha. "...Oh," Fendros said, "Do you think we'll be using the bottle and the rag more often soon, then? Or do you think we'll be feeding him other things soon?"

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"There is likely going to be more than one." Janius stated flatly, "If you're confident with it, then use that technique, but try not to establish too much of a pattern. If there is an observant fighter among them, he might think to counter you." He slid off his second boot and tucked them away, then twisted to look at Kaleeth, "And, yes, we will be sticking together. If they outnumber us, which they likely will, we will have to make sure they don't get behind anyone on our side. Help protect your shield-brothers, and they'll protect you, so the saying goes."

Janius turned his body and raised one knee up on the bed, leaning on one hand. "During the fight, if the circumstances demand it, we may have to take on our beast forms." Janius didn't look directly at Kaleeth while he explained, but he retained a serious tone. "That could mean a repeat of the incident with the highwaymen, albeit less of an accident. For your sake, I need to know that you will transform if you need to. Are you prepared to do that?"