Gaul looks between Raven, Shadow, and Blaze, and promptly sits down on a nearby pile of rubble. He folds his arms and thinks for a moment.

“Well, if she’s already transformed when we pull her out, that could potentially be an even bigger problem, yes?” He stands and brushes the dust from his bearskins. “So, we wait. I’ll keep an eye on her fight, and step in if necessary. Otherwise, let the Royal Highblood Guard do her duty.” 

As he finishes speaking, his left eye begins to shift. The pupil eclipses the iris and small motes of starlight begin to gleam within.