In part, perhaps. Yet your concern was of humans being left to die from us suffering defeat. You did not expect our enemy to come to the city. None of us did.

[ He chews his lip as he watches her. It's sad and a little infuriating to see someone who showed so much fire so thoroughly put out, but he doesn't really know how to shake her out of it. ]

You stood by your case with passion, Golden Fur of Kûr, and with clear sense of purpose. The failing on others, the importance of the duty given us was forgotten amongst lust for blood and the thrill of the hunt. It was... unbecoming. [ Which is as close as he's going to come to admitting fault.

He claps a hand on her shoulder, gives it a reassuring squeeze. That seems to get through to most people so hey, going to try that. ]

Use this. When others forget our place, it is the place of the colder heads to remind them of past failings.