It doesn't take him long. It was the sudden rush of information that threw him, but he's learned how to sort through that. And now there's even more experience added on to that from the 'wolf's side.

Ryan blinks, shaking his head a bit. It's strange and different and new and old and familiar all at once. This is who he is. He's still not quite sure what to make of it. Of any of it. He just did battle with a poisoned werewolf inside his own head.

He sags against the house, suddenly tired. There's blood smell poking at his stomach, reminding him he's hungry. He did just run an awful long way to get here.

"Are you alright?" he calls across to Rachel. He's got two sets of memories for her now. Both sets showed that he owed her. And he knew he owed her for that, too.