Vera began the process of dressing herself, retying the cords that slipped free to preserve her dress. It would take a few minutes, but she was still able to answer Kaleeth. "Most lycans have done that before, whether they be young or experienced, but mostly when they're young. The danger of accidentally transforming never completely goes away, but it is incredibly unlikely as long as you practice proper control. Beast spirits are like young children; they need an outlet for their energy. If you keep it locked away too long, like that girl had, it breaks out. Sometimes it reacts to your own personal anxiety and stress..." Vera slowed down, realising that she was explaining perhaps further than she needed to. "...I assume your friend Janius would be teaching you all of this."

There was a tense moment where Harriet sat completely still, save for her eyes glancing between Meesei's hand and face. Harriet wore a look that would have tore the courage of any lesser person asunder, and for a few seconds the possibility of her lashing out became an ever-increasing possibility. Just before Meesei needed to repeat her request again, Harriet pursed her lips, exhaled sharply through her nose, and then swiftly leaned up straight to unbuckle her scabbard from her waist. She held the scabbard with her slightly curved Orcish sword forward tightly, pushing it into Meesei's waiting hand. "Anyone else would have got a fist to the face for asking that, champion," Harriet said gravely.

Once Meesei took the sword, Harriet stood up and walked out of the room with a narrow eyes and an intimidating posture.