Octavius was more than content to remain laying. Parts of his body ached, but it wasn't even about those. It was his head. It throbbed and even when Kat spoke her voice created a pitch screech that rang in his ears. He shut his eyes tightly, paying no mind to the water offered to him.

"Where..." he started, but hardly knew what to ask. His lips moved wordlessly, and then he formed his next sentence, "I was at the ball." Because that was all he remembered

Octavius cringed at her words, grimacing through a smile.

"Roofied?" He repeated weakly. "At a military ball?" He shook his head a little, barely moving it actually. "Daaaaaaamn, someone's got balls." He gave a hoarse laugh. "Then what? Fight? Cuz my body feels pretty shitty and," he cut his eyes to the side, observing his surroundings, "we're in an infirmary."

Octavius frowned, confused.

“Turned me?” He was imagining a punch to the face that had his body turning, sending him out cold to the ground. “Which bastard did it? Did you punch him back?”

Octavius frowned and cocked his head, like a confused dog. He didn't understand her response, and thus continued in confusion land as she pressed on. At the mention of Regan getting hurt he remembered a little bit of the situation prior to blacking out.

"I think I know which little shit you're talking about. The one I cleaned up shit with. B...Stormcrest. Newer recruit." He grit his teeth. "He was being a real piece at the ballroom. Popping off with the Dresmondi." His head hurt with how hard he was thinking. "That fresh turd hurt Regan?"The incredulity was thick in his voice.

Octavius' eye grew wide.

"The wolf?" He repeated the words, shocked, almost too numb to even speak. That meant...wait a stray wolf had wandered into the--no, no that was stupid. She had mentioned someone got turned. Oh, it was him. Someone had turned him...and a wolf had been in the ballroom. Octavius was no scholar, but he wasn't that stupid. The pieces were coming together. His cheeks flushed. His eyes darted back and forth as he tried to understand.

"Kat..." there was a pleading in his voice. He felt he couldn't get to the conclusion. She had to say it for him. What...what...?

Confirmation. Damned confirmation. Octavius hadn’t wanted to hear it but also needed to. Now he knew. He had been turned into a werewolf and hurt his friend and fellow soldier. The shock set in. He didn’t know what to say. His eyes fell from Kat to somewhere on the ground.

“But they’re alive.” He said it quietly, a verbal reminder to his dark and plummeting thoughts.