Confusion flashed across the Nord's face. Meesei's reasonable tone took her by surprise. "...You're not going to kill me? You..." the Nord regained her aggressive stance, fearing a trick. "You speak like the slimy elf that hired us. You're too pompous to be what they told us you were." She looked down at her silver dagger, "None of this is making sense anymore..." Her eyes looked up to Meesei again as she considered whether she might be bluffing. With a harsh sigh, the Nord put her dagger back in its place and began to strip off her weapons and armour. When she was done, she nudged the pile of metal and leather off the pile of bodies towards Meesei with her foot. "Who are you, anyway?"

Janius stood up and moved to Kaleeth when she transformed back into an Argonian. He knew the mix of pain and fear Kaleeth was experiencing. It wasn't the first time he had witnessed her feeling it. He didn't say anything to her, he simply picked her up in both arms as gently as he could and carefully carried her to where they were treating the wounded. He wished he could do more. He wished he was there to keep her away from the battle.

Once Janius had found Kaleeth a table and laid her down, he sat down on the floor next to her. A familiar guilt kept Janius quiet. He could have transformed back if he wanted to, but he didn't. In a language only he heard, Janius' beast spirit expressed the need to clean Kaleeth's wounds by licking them. He managed to clean much of the blood by the time healers arrived to provide aid and dress Kaleeth's wounds. It felt like odd behaviour to Janius, who was in complete control at this point, but both himself and his beast spirit were sharing worry for their companion.

It would be a while before the healers would be available to treat Janius' arms, as they were not serious wounds. In the meantime, he decided to stay by Kaleeth's side and be there for her. For some comfort, he reached out and lightly took Kaleeth's hand in his own, though the size difference of their forms meant that his fingers closed over Kaleeth's wrist as well.

Though it took a while for the runners to inform everyone who was hiding that the hunters had been vanquished, Sabine and Ahnasha eventually heard. Sabine's pace to get back was as fast as she dared while carrying Rhazii. She had to know whether everyone was alright.

Lorag's scouring of the clan home cropped up a few groups of mercenaries that were likely marauding for loot or other people to kill, but they were dispatched quickly and without any further casualties. The speed of his followers and himself made for quick work. He was done by the time the non-combatants had returned from the uninhabited ruin.