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Hazarmaveth had been silently watching and listening in on the party, as well as Klethi and Lycaon's discussion. It wasn't normally his part to get involved, or argue much of anything, this has been a rather exhausting time for him. His hands, or at least, equivalents thereof tremble ever so slightly as scans every moment with his eyes intensively.

"She needs to grow, that is indeed true, and so does Borne to settle his mind." He mumbles. "Often I don't know what he is thinking, but I know he'd do anything in his power to keep the others safe, keep them alive... being surrounded in death has made all life far more appealing."

He hunches over and his tone having a an uncertainty to it, it almost hints some kind of worry.

"Perhaps... too appealing." He says, a worrisome tone to his voice, he snaps and quickly tries to change the topic. "But yes, Fenris is, if nothing else, an admirably gentle soul, I hope he fares well."