There was simply no way that Fenrir was ever going to allow that to come to pass inside his home. His pride was enough that he would rip anybody who came through the front door intent on doing any of his guests harm into pieces with his bare hands. Rabastan was too far gone in his grief to consider that truth. Or, perhaps more likely, there was a small part of him that wanted it all to end. She'd noticed the unraveling of the man over the previous several months. It had only gotten worse in the days that he couldn't find his wife. Perhaps Gemma was more of a stabilizing factor for the man than anyone realized, Rabastan included.