Venus follows after him

When Janus ran off, Venus simply chased after him. She could see Marna on the other side of the bonfire, watching the entire thing curiosly, frowning towards her before making her way into the young centaur's hut. It was very utilitarian, simple, clean, and bereft of decoration. Definitely the home of a warrior. Inside, Janus had begun to pace back and forth, seeming rather distraught, uncertainty plain upon his features.

Venus approached, frowning and reaching out to touch his shoulder, "Janus, what is the matter? Speak to me."

He flinched away at her touch, moving back and sighing, "I don't deserve any thanks or honor for saving you, Venus. Raven and I watched as you were slowly succumbing to the wine. I wished to rescue you but Raven ordered me to wait, in the hopes that the Kelpie might show himself. But by the time we moved to act, it was not honor that drove me to do so, but jealousy."

"Jealousy?" Venus asked quizzically, her head tilting just a touch as she began to approach him.

"Those satyrs were having their way with you and I.. I wanted to kill them because I wanted you for myself. You were so.. beautiful. More beautiful than any woman I have ever seen. And I didn't want those monsters defiling you. I wanted to do that myself," Janus confessed, looking down in shame.

For a few moments, Venus wasn't entirely sure how to take that information. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment now as she realized why he had avoided her so often, because he was ashamed that he had lusted for her. It was.. certainly flattering, and she was finding it difficult to be angry at the centaur for it. He was a young man who had likely seen a naked woman for the first time, one could hardly blame him for feeling strongly about it.

Venus herself was feeling quite flush now, unable to help but notice that as young Janus looked back upon those previous events that his manhood began to reveal itself, slipping slowly from its sheath. Her eyes went wide, looking upon his endowment quite appreciatively, more than she had ever thought she would. Certainly, she had wondered at how Marna and Chiron had made their marriage work, and now she was becoming intensely curious to learn the specifics herself with a young, strong, male like Janus.

Fortunately, Janus had yet to notice her shameless gazing, only beginning to realize what was happening himself.