As they neared the hotel, the ears and tail that protruded from Namyria's body began to smoke and fizzle out of existence and the yellow tips of her hair faded back to the dark chocolate color that they were to start with. She stayed close to Valoren, her eyes cast downward, listening intently. How in the world did this man have so much pull, so many means? She glanced around at the small group and felt her inner fur bristle. she couldn't shake the wary confusion that she had gained since seeing those soldiers run for their lives...<br/><br/>Standing among the others, Namyria couldn't help but observe her surroundings as well as the people around her. Her amber gaze paused over the wolfman. How could she have missed all of those marks on his body during his initial reversal into a human form? He was absolutely riddled with them! She couldn't help but visibly wince as her eyes traveled over his form. Should she end up staying with this group, she would have to remember to ask him about his scars and burns.