Marod threw a look at Lunise and quickly moved back to Meesei. He paused.

"...It will take a spot of getting used to," he decided. "I have stared down Wrothgarian Orcs before with both success and failure. However...perhaps not in your case, though I can still see a certain beastly instinct behind the eyes of most other transformed lycans. I cannot say I am certain I shall be leapt upon at any moment. When not transformed, though, I have found lycans more than agreeable enough." Marod tilted his head to one side. He kept an eye on Meesei's movements, even if he was practically at his mercy at this distance. "What of you, Lunise?" He asked.

"I have enough experience with lycanthropes," Lunise answered dismissively. "Comfort is not my job here, though they have long since left the realms of influencing my comfort."

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Sabine closed her eyes and nodded. She and Ri'kalesh made their way back to the feast. A melancholic cloud in Sabine's mind regretted that she had no means of taking back Rhajul's actions and their painful effect on Ri'kalesh. Regardless, she could trust Ri'kalesh. It was a small comfort that he would not be striking for Rhajul's neck any time soon.

While walking back to her seat, Sabine caught Ri'vashi's eye. She would talk to her next, hopefully with better formed words. But she first desired to check on Rhajul. Something had made her curious since the start of the feast.

She did not sit down, instead opting to place a hand on Do'rhajul's large shoulder. "Is all well here?" She asked, leaning forward. "Is Yerig here?"