Celris' ear gave a violent twitch at the other Feral's words, but she tried her best to keep calm. She sank into the dirt and let out a shuddering sigh.<br/>Oz once again dragged her into the hovel and awkwardly set her limp body into a chair. She stared blankly ahead, only dimly registering the woman before them.<br/>Oz puzzled over this behavior. She must be sick...sadness had it's affects but he'd never seen this before. She wasn't even crying.<br/>He turned to the woman and, seeing no alarm in her face at the Feral's behavior, left Celris at that.<br/>"You knew Black? Will you show us what we need to do next? ...what would I not know about myself?"<br/>Oz struggled with this, a Feral who knew his inner workings? Unheard of. Impossible...but then again, she did know their names. She had known the fate of Celris' kin.<br/>The Feral woman looked...not tired, but drained. It wasn't even quite that. She moved with lethargy, maybe she too was ill? These LowBreeds were known to catch sickness often.<br/><br/>The HighBreed crossed his arms and waited while Celris hugged the armor to herself, still refusing to react to the woman.<br/>"