Only the deep nodding of Natyr's head was offered as response to Aemoten's wish to place the boys remains to rest that night. There were no other safe choices inside Anaxim, but Natyr had hoped Louis would have recovered from the madness by now. Maybe it was best this way. Perhaps the shock of all that had taken place would blind him from the image of his dead and mutilated brother. If his eyes hadn't spotted the wound of his brother, that would be all the better. To be spared such images of his kin would be good. Those memories didn't sit well in ones mind. Natyr knew that better than most. “I don't really know what the rites are for their god, but I'll carry the body. May want to grab a bite first though.”
In response to Thaler, Natyr simply chuckled. “Just because we're in the wilderness doesn't mean raw wolf should have to taste like raw wolf either. Surprised Olan hasn't picked up a recipe or two in all those places he's been traveling.” The Melenian threw a hand up to gesture at the old Nightwalker, shaking his head as the hand returned to his lap. He went silent for a moment, eyes returning to the fire, then abruptly jumping back up to Thaler as he raised both paws in defense, “Not that I doubt your cooking skills at all, Miss Thaler.” He decided to keep silent before he went digging a hole for himself in this conversation. The jade orbs in his head continued to bounce about from person to person as they traded words though, finally coming to rest on the Daywalker once again as she offered them some tea.
“Oh, are you from Zerul?” He asked, perking up a bit. Every time he set foot in that city he managed to get himself lost at least once. Perhaps she could put him in the direction of a decent armorer or tanner. An irony that, being guided around the city by a blind girl. Then again, she had said her mother 'used to' drink the tea, which either implied she no longer served in guard and needed it, no longer enjoyed it, or was dead. Natyr found himself rather impressed at piecing together that much from a simple sentence, but kept it too himself. He wouldn't have wanted others prying into his past too much either, especially around such often touchy subjects. Instead, he occupied the time between her answer and his asking by looking around for something he could use as a cup. His quick search yeilded little result though, and he returned his attentions to the conversation. He'd have to find a big leaf or something of the sort to get some of the beverage later.