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[h2][color=orange]Damon Fawkes[/color][/h2]
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Damon had remained fairly silent the entire time others were talking. He was not in the roll of a leader here after all, and it was better to listen to those who were in the leader position. His eyes flicked from person to person as they spoke, nodding occasionally with each statement. He seemed to not be contributing, but he was fully taking in each word. 

What had Damon reacting more though, was when Guin spoke. A wave of concern spread through him and his expression reflected that. Two viruses. Ut made a lot of sense once Guin spoke about it, but it was incredibly messed up. How could someone hate people so much that they would decide to do such awful things to them. His gaze moved to Ayita and he blinked at her clenched hands. The growl did not help confidence in Ayita feeling okay, then again...he really did not feel okay either. 

Silently, Damon moved to sit closer to Ayita. He gently nudged her shoulder. [color=orange]"Don't go feral on us just yet"[/color] His voice was hushed, practically whispered. The tease was present, as if to try to talk her down from running...or pouncing...or general shifting. He felt just as not okay about that whole idea of a situation, but he would rather not add a tiger in a van full of deadly buttons on top of all that.