La'khay's request was fair enough. Gallus nodded and gave Tzirret another few pats on the back before he stepped back. "I'll just be a moment." Gallus strode towards the calf and pulled out a dagger. He had killed enough livestock in Bruma to not be bothered by what he was about to do.

Tzirret allowed Gallus to leave and tried to calm down, but he was still bent slightly and looking distraught. He lifted his tear-streaked eyes to La'khay and received her congratulations. He recoiled a bit and tensed up with surprise when he was licked on the face. Still taking short breaths, Tzirret responded weakly, "Tz...Tzirret did, didn't he?" He sobbed into a smile, staggered by the mix of feelings. "He just...stabbed it...He stepped up and stabbed it." Tzirret didn't care about La'khay's current form. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her neck. He let out sounds that were difficult to discern between laughing and crying.

The sounds of struggle from the calf were quickly silenced as Gallus made its death quick. Afterwards, he noticed that La'khay had effectively taken over the comforting role for the moment. Gallus opted to retrieve his hammer from under the minotaur's corpse instead. It would not be an easy job to turn the body over, but he had the strength to do it.