Cadderly is quiet as he holds his hand up to her so she can inspect as she wishes. His own nerves seem to have abated as well, leaving him in that languid aftermath of spent emotion. He's clearly exhausted, both from the sudden upheaval of the day and the sudden emotional hit. Chaos is not something he'd ever been able to take well, but this is the first time he had to had to handle it alone.

He never wanted to have adventures. It won't break him, but he can feel the weight pressing on him.

Grey eyes turn to her as she comes around the other side of him. It would be a lie to say he didn't want to run a hand through her fur, but he assumes it would be incredibly rude to lay his hands on her uninvited, so he keeps them folded in his lap.

"No, it nothing like that. It has no mind anymore." He chews his lip as he searches for a way to explain. "I fought a great evil, but I knew that I could not destroy it. I was able to strip the power from the monster but.. magic everywhere was failing or... possibly changing?" He's clearly unsure of the reason. "Even in pieces I could not entirely destroy it, so I bound it's power within me, and confined it's form within a ward that-"

He pauses, that sinking feeling hitting him again.