Nicola
*Grey seemed almost indifferent to Juna's initial actions, his hand still firmly outstretched to the girl. Rather large hands, one's that could surround Juna's entirely. Calloused amongst the fur from years of work and training, the sword on his back shifting his hands over the years for a better fit.*

*The wolf would arch an eyebrow at Juna's question however, glancing to the side in thought. His hand eventually falling to the side in the meantime as he pondered her question. Eventually looking back to the girl, seeming to squat down to her size and attempting to look her in the eyes.*

"Get stronger. Engrave the mistake in your soul. Never let it happen again as far as you can help it. If it's your fault, then learn from it, strengthen yourself."
Beverly
"Get... Stronger...?"*She'd question under her breath. Juna wasn't quite sure if it meant physically or mentally in this case. Not that she really had much of either. Sure, she was fairly strong as far as young Canifor went and of course she could always try to make herself stronger, and yet, she couldn't help but fear that thought. What was the point of becoming stronger if it could still end in her hurting others? Would she toughen herself up physically and end up killing by mistake, just as she had done the Goblins? Would she toughen herself up so much mentally that she couldn't feel anything in the face of death. Maybe the latter would be better for her in a world where death was a common occurrence to those she's met. Perhaps she was just a useless sack of rice like the Vampiress said. One would think someone would get used to the death all around them and yet, Juna just couldn't.

She'd rub her arm absently, her gaze casting to the ground as she couldn't meet the Canifor's eyes. Her bashfulness never seemed to cease in the eyes of others. Maybe confidence was something else she lacked. What was she thinking? This Canifor knew little of what was going on with her.*"I'm scared to..."*She'd say.*"I don't want to get stronger just... Just to hurt more people..."*Juna couldn't speak of what happened during the quest, but these words rang true throughout all of the tasks she had set out to do. Those she had killed mercilessly while the rest she had found herself becoming more and more hesitant over time.*

"I can't become stronger..."*She'd say.*"I'll just... Do more damage than good..."*The Canifor would want nothing more than to seclude herself to the forest and continue life as the huntress she was, but things were no longer that simple. There were thieves, crooks that roamed, people she had to save from her jackal, soon to be a new hatchling that she may have to protect from others.*

*There would always be a moment that she'd have to choose between life and death and in some cases, it being for others rather than herself. She just didn't feel ready for it all.*
Nicola
*Grey gives another huff, the man concerned for the girl before him. A hesitant hand almost reaching to pat her shoulder, shrinking back as the boundry of strangers war remembered.*

"Hurting others in a necessary evil, little one... But remember, do not get stronger to hurt others. Do it to protect what and who you love. Do it to live safe, to provide freedom and security for those around you. An enemy slaughtered is countless allies saved. It will hurt, you will question yourself, but from an evil deed good may sprout."
Beverly
*Juna fell silent at his response. She supposed it may just be a necessity a life at some point. After all, the Canifor has to slaughter animals to provide enough food and money for both her and her Jackal. It hurt to see that this was the way the world had to be, but she couldn't deny that he was right about her needing to be able to at least protect herself and her loved ones. When those insistent enough plan on killing them, she will be left with no choice. One was going to die either way, best it be them over someone important to her.*

"Have you... Ever killed to protect others...?"*She'd ask in her loss of thought. It was probably a personal question to ask a stranger, but at the time Juna couldn't help but wonder if those she had killed had been without reason. Some were crooks and had she not done anything others could suffer. Some were simply law breakers who most likely couldn't hurt a fly with their doing and still, she killed. It was her fault for doing the jobs in the first place, she supposed. Perhaps not taking some of them would be a step in the right direction. Getting stronger, however, was another story in her lack of better fighting experience from wanting to stay uninvolved.*