"You were standing close together. It was a target of opportunity," Jedao says, at least a little bit true, but mostly tongue in cheek. Fives had caught his attention, and then - didn't let it go. And things happened so quickly, as war always does.

"Dogma can take as much time as he needs," Jedao murmurs, clearly enunciated, once the door is open. "I'm hoping to hang around for a little while."

He slides into foxform at Tup's heels, because it puts him more on a level with the plants, and it's convenient for sniffing and scampering around. Unlike the weres, he has a degree of flexibility with what happens to at least some of his clothes.