Janius paused in his eating and leaned his chin on the knuckles of one hand. "Well, we haven't really planned that far ahead," Janius conceded, "It's rather a difficult thing, you see. Without a mother to protect him while he's vulnerable like this, to release him into the swamp now may only result in his death. I think we would eventually have to either take him back to Black Marsh when he is big enough to take care himself, or find some other home for him." The thought actually made Janius a little sad, now that he came to it. He had become rather attached to the little creature. "Rukeewei," Janius' expression became more curious than sad, "you wouldn't happen to know anyone in the city who has expertise with wamasus, would you?"

After eating some of her meal, Sabine decided to finally try her wine as well. She took her cup in both hands and lightly sniffed at its contents. It was strong and fruity, just like she remembered. Slowly, she lifted it to her lips and cautiously took a sip. As soon as the wine ran into her mouth, her brow tensed up. On top of the taste from the smell, the liquid was sour in her mouth and as she swiftly tried to swallow it, it very slightly felt like it was burning her throat. At first, she put the cup down and resumed eating, intending to leave the rest of the drink where it was, but she found that the flavour of the wine actually made the meat taste much better, and the meat seemed to cleanse the sourness and the burning in turn. Throughout the rest of dinner, she took a sip of wine before her mouthfuls, experimenting. She got used to the burning eventually, and concluded that the drink was nice to eat with. She didn't quite go as far as to understand why the others liked to drink it on its own.