[Tristeza]

There was no immediate response, as Selen himself wasn't so sure of how to proceed. He'd had councelling from his mentor regarding the matter, his own experience and what felt right to him as a shifter, so all it was was ideas. Still, it was better than nothing. For now though, what Selen could do was help suppress Tobias's change and nurse him back to health.

The blessed gently helped Tobias into the covers, stroking his black hair softly as he veered off into sleep. "We'll find a way, Tobias, we will." Selen whispered, saddened. He'd had the feeling there was no place for him in the world before, and was pulled out of it by his teacher. If he could do even half of that for Tobias, Selen would be a happy man.

Later, a curvy little middle aged woman entered the room with a glass vial filled with a pearl like liquid in hand. Selen thanked the maid and the two spoke in whispers for a while, worry clear in the woman'a voice.

"... I mean, how am I going to explain the blood, sire?"

"I went out, got injured, need to rest for a while and everything. It's going to be fine, Liba..."

"No it's not! I already had to lie to Lord Corvus to justify your lack of attendance to the clan meeting. If he hears it was because you brought an injured boy to the estate, he's going to be furious! And this is assuming he doesn' get wind of the rest!"

"I'll sort it out my dear, don't worry."

"Well somebody has to worry around here!"

Selen chuckled. "True, true."

A pause. "... Poor child. I hope you succeed, Selen."

"I do too. For our sakes."