Varus was looking more and more uneasy by the moment, this "ritual" of theirs is strange to be sure, but still no more red flags. So he kept his silence through the next few steps.

Once she spoke in such a way, he couldn't keep silent any longer. "Feral? What do you mean feral?" Feral was a universal term known by all cultures, and it wasn't good. Was his friend in a situation with a beast inside? Was this ritual the only thing keeping her sane or worse, alive? All these questions he had to stifle for a condensed version.

"One and a half? Are you OK? Do you need help?" He said as the second question, placing his hand on her shoulder gently to as not to disrupt the danger in her hands, but also to remind her that he is on her side.

Primal instincts and urges... the words were still floating in his head. That may be an explanation as to why she was so friendly to him now. He knew that she liked him and he liked her, but nothing ever climbed so far so fast. The event in the hall was a heavy turn, but it couldn't have been enough to have her so... kind to him.