The paladins face had a sense of grim tranquility to it his eyes looking upon the ruin wrought by these bandits. Kittygirl or not, these beings had a choice and they probably all had names and faces to them. If they were ransacking and pillaging then he would have to put them down and if they would not come quietly they would have to be euthanized in order to stop their rampage. His eyes looked about the area as they rode and quietly looked down at Ceara in a calm manner making a whisper to her.<strong>"This does not bode well for your chances if what I gather from Pantea's order but I do hope you will be able to prove her wrong. So long as you don't turn out like the wicked ones whom did this I'll be your shield."</strong>He hoped she had the strength to rise above whatever kind of nature was imposed upon her and what causes them to turn feral and maintain her humanity despite the odds. This never felt like a plague to him even if it acted like one, in the Paladins eyes it felt more like a curse then anything but he was no arcane or magic expert so he had no idea what to make of it.