Kaleeth was silent for the whole ordeal, watching from the sidelines. With all the young lycans in the clan, she guessed that unwanted transformations happened pretty often, though with so many other lycans around, there were a lot of people available to control them. In her werewolf form, Vera was big, like Meesei and Lorag, so she especially did not have much trouble subduing the young lycan. 

"I have done that before." Kaleeth commented as Vera returned. "I've turned when I didn't mean to, especially when we were still in Black Marsh. Janius always had to be the one to deal with me since I wouldn't attack him, even as a crocodile. I...still get nervous going into cities. I've gotten better, and I haven't turned like that in a long time, but I still worry that it could happen. Does that ever go away?"

Harriet certainly seemed nervous, and she offered no concrete proof for her version of the story. She noted that Harriet did not mention Darahil and Jerrick, who she certainly would have had to pass if she left first. Instead, she directed Meesei to find someone who happened to be looking up at the mezzanine. It was possible to explain all of this by saying she was nervous at being a suspect and not thinking clearly, but it still shifted more suspicion in her direction. Nevertheless, there was more Meesei needed to confirm before making an accusation, but she felt she was getting close.

"Alright, I will make sure to ask them. For the moment, however, I feel this discrepancy is something that needs to be addressed. I would like for you to return to my room and wait there with me while one of my pack goes and collects Vera and the others." Meesei said as she stood to her feet. "Now, I would prefer that neither you nor Vera remained armed for this, so I would like for you to give me your sword." Meesei requested, holding her hand out expectantly. Her voice remained polite, but notably firm.