After Sabine's answer, Peiter was silent. He made no attempt to speak to her, nor follow her. He made no attempt to speak to anyone. The only thing he could will himself to do was to find a spot in camp, away from the others, to sit in isolation. To anyone watching him, his expression would seem almost entirely blank and devoid of emotion. Internally, his mind was incredibly confused, but he was not about to ask anyone for help. 

Jo'rashaad shrugged his shoulders. "This one will study whatever he can, especially if it is not a well-known topic. It just happens that Jo'rashaad now has access to many willing lycan subjects, himself included. Most scholars who are not lycan will never even see a living lycanthrope, much less be able to carry out extended experiments."

Ciinriel's mood was better than before, certainly, though she still seemed quiet. She did not mind being lighthearted, or even joking, but she was having a hard time initiating conversations with others. As she started with her introduction, her mood seemed to be normal, at least. "Yes, I'm Ciinriel. Honestly, I hardly even remember the day I joined the clan, which was the day I was turned. Father says I was the survivor of a caravan coming from Valenwood, but I don't remember too much before that. I was so young, and it was so long ago. In Valenwood, I remember living in a massive, magnificent tree that stretched high above the forest floor. I know there are cities in Vanlenwood that are built in and around such trees, but I don't remember which one."