The elder sister falls to her knees and starts weeping with incoherent gratitude while the person manning the desk at the institution rushes forward with cups of water.

Here in Ryganaav is exactly the kind of person who perpetuates all the nastiness. He has gotten a little incoherent in his prayers for deliverance from the pursuing lion-devils, who are laughing to each other about how he'll taste. "Gods - gods - help, anyone, someone -"