"...it is alright..." Sorreau said quietly as she stroked the deceased beast's muzzle slowly, inspecting the golden pool leaking from its eye. "The poor fox... he must have grown so thirsty he drank from the river..." she sighed sadly and looked from the beast to him. "I know... you did what must be done... a Godless can never return to what they once were... doing this..." she choked up a bit as she slowly rose to her feet. "Doing this was... merciful."