Janius grinned and looked down to Leaps. "Leaps-On-Elves can be excitable at times, but he is well trained. We'll make sure that he doesn't cause any problems."

Sabine's question had one come to Janius' mind. "And how is the rest of your family, Rukeewei? Is Neercana-Rei still running her little boutique?"

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Gallus breathed a curse and pinched his nose. He wish he had an answer. The best he could think of was to carry him to Blackreach and get the alchemists and mages there to help, but not only would they be working on the soul tearing gas, the journey would just take Yizan-Lei away from the family he had left for a false hope.

He wished he had a cure. One that didn't take Yizan-Lei away from the Hist. Nor away from his family.

"Wait." Gallus said bluntly. He lowered his hand and gave Yizan-Lei a frown. "This way would give you peace, Yizan-Lei. However, Dar-Tzesa is in the hunting grounds. No one she knows is there. Not her family, not you, not even the Hist. She's there forever. You could go back to the Hist, lose yourself in all those voices, and get hatched again. But you still have a chance to help your mother in return for all she sacrificed. Are you sure you want to throw that -- throw your life away when you can still help her?"

Gallus' distinctly non-Argonian views on life shone through in his desperate words. Even if Yizan-Lei didn't see any further value in his life, Gallus wanted to make him think otherwise.

An instant after that moment, Gallus even decided to say something that he did not wish to accompany with his original offer. "I can tell you one thing going for you, Yizan-Lei. You have a better chance of finding a cure for lycanthropy than you do for this...wasting curse."