Catherine said nothing, simply looking away for a moment. There was no way that he could convince her otherwise. If she hadn't gone, it wouldn't have been nearly as bad. She nudged Callum with an elbow, shaking her head a little, "The wolf doesn't mean to, I don't think. You're one in the same, you know?" If the wolf was causing Callum pain then it was causing itself pain, it stood to reason.
Even in the candlelight, she knew she'd made him blush and she reached up to pinch his cheek lightly. Poor guy. "No, just for you to hurry." Unable to stop herself from yawning, she burrowed down into her blankets a bit more as he got up. "I agree. This is not the moon for it. We won't even know where we'll be..." Surely they wouldn't go near a larger city on the full moon but who knew with Management.
She watched him carefully, more guilt sinking in. If she hadn't gone, he wouldn't be in so much damned pain. Next time, she would refuse, loyalty to Elia be damned. Some things were more important. "C'mon then, wolfman. I need more of those magic hands," she opened up the blankets for him, smiling fondly though it was ruined by another yawn.