They're good words - perhaps not healthy, but true enough. It had to be locked away, to the latter, she can at least nod. "I say prayers for all those I have killed."

An answer to an unspoken question, and no, not for Lycans, perhaps. But for the men and women they had been before they were unfairly turned never by their own choosing. Those that she had to see again at the end, when they were confused at what they had done, twisting around in their death throws, so often begging for the family they slaughtered long ago.

"Come, lets get you something to eat before you go back in there. You'll need to keep up your strength." She shifts a hand to her shoulder, to tug her forward, away from the tent.