Johan's still on edge, watching as others of his party make their own peace with one of their own's imminent digestion; they've come to the same conclusion he has, apparently, that she'd both willingly gone into this and that there wasn't anything they could rightly do to prevent Sasara from being wholly absorbed into the oni. Watching his drider friend crawl up onto Disa, he frowns- she wasn't normally that... touch-y? And he didn't peg her as one who'd be<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>interested in the oni even with a full belly. But if she wanted to get that close, and was she whispering to Disa? That meant something was wro-<br/><br/>The stab comes before Johan can react, but he's got his own sword out with commendable speed pointing at the feline in a ready stance no matter how futile it might be. He holds his pose, face set in stone and eyes darting back and forth to Thygor and Alura as they opt for their own approaches to diplomacy; rather than contribute to a confused situation, he remains stock still while his mind races searching for something to do.