But she was there for the werewolf attack, he wasn't hurt— oh. The other one. The bigger one. Billie stares at him, considering that, for a moment too long to just be deciding whether or not to handle a gross, bloody shirt. That part doesn't bother her.

"You haven't noticed any new sensitivity to silver since then, have you?"

She's got to ask. Yes, she knows the giant ass wolves were some kind of double-cursed dragonborn, but they had still had lycanthropy. That shit's infectious.