Remiel's expression turned pale with horror when Kendra was found in a delirium the following morning, muttering incoherently about wolves and curses.  An icy chill inexplicably took hold of him, causing him to shiver violently.   It seemed that Miller's Hollow was, once again, haunted by the shadow of its accursed reputation.<br/><br/>"I'll stay with Kendra and look after her," he said, solemnly.  He was well aware that doing so, that by simply speaking up, he had cast himself underneath the light of suspicion.  It would have been far smarter to remain mute and keep a low profile.  No doubt there were some already who believed him to be a werewolf, even though he knew that he had had no hand in the dire events of the night before.  But Kendra was his dear friend, and he would comfort her until the end.<br/><br/>He drew the blankets up around her, and placed a wet cloth upon her forehead, to help succor against the fever.  As much as he would like to pursue the extent of Niferbelle's "appreciation", he couldn't let Kendra languish in this state.<br/><br/>