"We had best get to work then," Vera said finally. Both she and Oswall walked off to direct their followers.

Janius halted his approach when Kaleeth made eye contact. He searched her expression for any hint that she was still at the forefront of her consciousness. When Kaleeth roared, Janius backed off a couple of paces. He knew that trying to look submissive in order to put her at ease didn't work. Werewolf body language did not translate well to Kaleeth's beast form. He wanted to try and speak, but Meesei interrupted. Janius decided to sit on his haunches a distance away from Kaleeth. She would turn back eventually. In the meantime, he could ward her off hurting others and steer away anyone who edged too close to her.

There was a long moment where the Nord continued to lay still. Eventually, her eyes opened a sliver. She knew her trick had not worked. Her eyes met Meesei's and she began trying to breath properly again. It was pained, however. Slowly, she rolled over to one side and stumbled up upon the remaining bodies below her. She was evidently wounded in some fashion. Blood leaked from her side where a claw had caught her under the cuirass. She clutched at it with her shield hand. The rest of the blood that covered her belonged to other people.

At this point, a couple of other werewolves had noticed her and stalked up behind Meesei, growling. They did not like this one being alive, but they would not get between the champion and her prey.

In reaction, the Nord slowly and shakily pulled out her dagger and held it out beside her. "If you want to eat me, I'm already tenderised." The Nord spoke with a heavy accent from Skyrim, "Go on, come and take me to Sovngarde. Let me meet my ancestors." The Nord's knees began to tremble. It didn't look like she would put up much of a fight at this point, but she wasn't going to give up without one.