Tzirret looked down and nodded, letting out the rest of his breath. Without another word or tear, he dressed himself in front of La'khay and put the pendant in his pocket again. There were moments where he looked as if he was going to break down crying again, but he never did. He didn't even say anything else to La'khay as he began walking back towards the clan home with solemn determination. His limp was not quite as apparent, but his ankle was still slightly sore.

It was about halfway towards the clan that the tears flowed again from Tzirret's eyes. He kept his mouth clamped shut and did not sob, despite his uneven breathing. Again, he was trying to keep a brave face in front of La'khay. He didn't want to disappoint her, but it heart still hurt immensely. In an effort to look for a way to reduce the pain, he slowed to a stop and spoke, straining to keep his composure. He did not make eye contact with La'khay. "La'khay. Is it alright if this one could...hold you...just one more time?" Tzirret asked shakily, "He will not be leaving, but...Khajiit needs to say goodbye...and to say thank you."

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Gallus pulled a smile and gave a nod to the gathered council as Ri'nakhad introduced them. He took the nearest vacant seat to Ri'nakhad, next to the large, tiger-like Pahmar-raht named Ra'jorr and placed his hands on the table. "Right, it is good to be here, and to finally meet you all." Gallus spoke professionally, "Have we all been brought up to date with what we discussed with Ri'nakhad last night?"