From the Devil he RAN - Mudslide aftermath and headcount

A mask of my own face?
I'd wear that!

As Brutei fell he shrunk and shifted back into his icy furred form, breathing heavily. Words were fuzzy against his ears, but he felt himself lifted as Byriath helped him silently up. "Thanks..." He didn't look at Byriath but prodded a bit in his head, flinching at the anger that ran like a river before he backed out of the Guru's mind. "You're welcome. Here." The Guru held out some herbs to Brutei, who carelessly lapped them up before letting his body settle again. The boys were safe. Good.

— Reggan