Juliet made a swift motion to catch the male as he fell back, his weight surprising, she was barely capable of holding him up. "Don't tell the others what he was doing, not yet." She spoke to Lucia. Her green eyes full of worry, she didn't want him bearing the burden of dealing with the constant worry. He was right, she didn't know, Romeo was killed in front of her, but she wasn't the one to do it, it was another werewolf. Juliet felt for this male, for his loss, his sorrow rang in her heart.<br/><br/>Juliet dragged Jaden back to the camp with assistance from the other female, She caught the looks from the other pack members, "Probably just needs more rest." She lied, she knew that some would catch on to her ploy, but she doubted any would guess he was suicidal. As they lay him down in the cave, Juliet's hand found it's way to the gun, and she slid it into a pocket of her dress. It was an obvious bulge, but she doubted anyone would care. "Let's just let him rest for a while, when he wakes, we can make sure he's ok." She whispered more to herself than anyone else.<br/><br/>She made her way to her bedroll, a foam mattress, some furs and a dirtied linen sheet, set next to a small, cloth back-pack. She pressed her hand to the bulge in her pocket, sliding out the silvery gun, she slid it into her bag, not wanting the male to locate it to use on himself. She reached into the bag and pulled a bottle of cheap perfume, she gave the gun a single spritz to hide the male's scent. People would question his gun in her bag, but if they couldn't smell it, they wouldn't find it. Her usually jubilant features were somber, she wasn't about to lose another sibling.