Nemean was gifted no dream, and for this, he thought himself lucky. Not that it might not have been helpful in the long run, but the brute had enough problems in his life without ancestors that weren't even his own telling him he had to help save this generation of life from something as spiteful as their own magic. Of course, the High Priestess made it their problem, and the Nightshade couldn't not support her.

To be fair, he saw the wisdom in her words, in knowing that fixing the problem would make their families safe again. He just... didn't want to? It was less rude than it seemed, really; Nemean had finally settled down, found love, had a family, found peace in his life that he was trying to share, but here they were, still being flung issues.
Why couldn't he just live out an easy life? His and Fleetwood's wedding was being postponed for this Mythris curse nonsense!

And Valeska thought he would leave her? He recognized why she would want her members to flee or search, but that left her... so alone. Vulnerable. She claimed if things got worse, she would leave, but Nem couldn't have faith in the passionate little she-wolf to not try until she couldn't anymore.

I will stay with you, priestess, and help search the immediate area, he rumbled with a dip of his head, the wheels of his head already turning. Fleetwood, he thought, might want to stay too... but he would still see if she wanted to cart the kids off to an ally, or see if she thought they were old enough to decide that much for themselves.
A soft sigh echoed in the privacy of his own mind.
Why couldn't life just be easy-peasy?