Razor was as silent as a ghost most of the time. One would have to wonder, when under those covers, if he was even Ramen, he was so outworldly. But when things regarding him came flying, he was forced to act. He used his senses to find Foran and let his long, dangerous claws come out. Though in a slow and gentle manner, coming up to his friend's shoulder and rested on one of his shoulders, grabbing it gently enough not to cause harm, but firm enough to try and comfort his friend as he said:<br/><br/>"Still your fears, dear Foran...They are more afraid of us than we are of them...Remember the lessons of the elders, even in humans there is compassion. We should be thanking her help, whatever her motives."<br/><br/>There was a sound like a deep inhale and then he looked towards the female,"In regards to your question, dear woman...Well, to ask if I have illness is to call my entire existence an illness, or Foran's...or any of our kind. And in many cases, I can see better than you, more than you can conceive. But, that talk may be for another time. We appreciate your aid during our time of need...but now we may have to find shelter...it is getting late and not much traveling will get done."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>