"It's...nothing. Nothing that should concern you anyway." She replied. [i]'Well it'd concern [b]everyone[/b] in the crew if I turned feral.'[/i] Taerys thought, not adding that particular detail to the response. It was probably better for everyone not to know that just yet. Her voice was also rather shaky. It was unnatural for her, yet she didn't notice that shakiness. 

The Varyx rubbed a thumb across her wrist, feeling a number of the more recent scars still there from earlier Vahna rituals. She couldn't turn into what her friend had. It hadn't been long enough yet. Hadn't it? At this point Taerys didn't care. She was stuck here with a member of the race the Varyx hated most and she couldn't even control her own emotions. "You wouldn't understand..." She trailed off, being rather dismissive of Jackdaw.