Julan did exactly as his father instructed and thanked Thoarantilth before leaving with Leeus, though Kaleeth did seem to show some amount of concern as she watched the pair exit the tent. However, she did not say anything out loud at the moment, in their present company.
Thorantilth remained polite and friendly towards Julan until he left, and continued to remain busy working on his potions afterwards, but his words lost much of their obvious emotion as he continued. "I can make something for you to give to Julan if any pain happens to return to him later. I have to say, I am somewhat flattered by your apparent faith in my abilities. I have had to treat such wounds from rites like these before, and their parents are usually less...contained."
Finally turning back to face them, Thorantilth smiled at Kaleeth. "I suppose you do take after your father after all, Kaleeth. At any rate, as I said before, there does not seem to be much to worry about for Julan. Considering the depth of his wound and for how long he was fighting on it, he lost much less blood than I would have expected. And those spells must have healed him significantly as well, for as much as the lacerations had already closed. He is remarkably durable."
Ahnasha's time was mostly spent, as she had told Fendros, cleaning herself, then preparing some sort of a dinner for them all, in the event that Fendros did actually return with Rhazii. By this point, there was not too much meat left from the bodies that Ahnasha would still consider to be in a state to be eaten. Strictly speaking, werewolves, being disease-immune, could eat even the most foul, rotten carrion safely. However, that was not something that Ahnasha, or any sane lycan, would willingly do outside of the most desperate situations. Fortunately, the bandits did have enough preserved meats and vegetables stored for a decent meal, and Ahnasha had actually started to butcher some meat the last time she waited in the camp, though had left it behind when Rhazii did not return to her. She decided to throw it all into a stew, in order to make the more heavily salted meats seem a bit more pleasant. However, she did not eat one bite by herself, and instead just kept feeding the fire enough to keep the pot warm while she waited for Fendros and Rhazii.
For Ahnasha herself, she, of course, had much time alone to think, but tried to avoid it as much as she could. At this point, she was not completely sure what kind of a problem she had, or if she even had a problem at all. Rhazii certainly seemed to think so, but there were realities of the war that he could not understand, and that she hoped he never had the misfortune of understanding. Whatever the right answer was, she did not think she was going to reach it alone.
Thorantilth remained polite and friendly towards Julan until he left, and continued to remain busy working on his potions afterwards, but his words lost much of their obvious emotion as he continued. "I can make something for you to give to Julan if any pain happens to return to him later. I have to say, I am somewhat flattered by your apparent faith in my abilities. I have had to treat such wounds from rites like these before, and their parents are usually less...contained."
Finally turning back to face them, Thorantilth smiled at Kaleeth. "I suppose you do take after your father after all, Kaleeth. At any rate, as I said before, there does not seem to be much to worry about for Julan. Considering the depth of his wound and for how long he was fighting on it, he lost much less blood than I would have expected. And those spells must have healed him significantly as well, for as much as the lacerations had already closed. He is remarkably durable."
Ahnasha's time was mostly spent, as she had told Fendros, cleaning herself, then preparing some sort of a dinner for them all, in the event that Fendros did actually return with Rhazii. By this point, there was not too much meat left from the bodies that Ahnasha would still consider to be in a state to be eaten. Strictly speaking, werewolves, being disease-immune, could eat even the most foul, rotten carrion safely. However, that was not something that Ahnasha, or any sane lycan, would willingly do outside of the most desperate situations. Fortunately, the bandits did have enough preserved meats and vegetables stored for a decent meal, and Ahnasha had actually started to butcher some meat the last time she waited in the camp, though had left it behind when Rhazii did not return to her. She decided to throw it all into a stew, in order to make the more heavily salted meats seem a bit more pleasant. However, she did not eat one bite by herself, and instead just kept feeding the fire enough to keep the pot warm while she waited for Fendros and Rhazii.
For Ahnasha herself, she, of course, had much time alone to think, but tried to avoid it as much as she could. At this point, she was not completely sure what kind of a problem she had, or if she even had a problem at all. Rhazii certainly seemed to think so, but there were realities of the war that he could not understand, and that she hoped he never had the misfortune of understanding. Whatever the right answer was, she did not think she was going to reach it alone.
