Once the Nord was disarmed and unarmored, Meesei looked to two of the werewolves standing behind her. She did not know them, but they had been part of the warband, so she trusted they would follow her orders. "Come with me, we're taking her to a cell." She ordered, turning back to the Nord. "Walk in front of me and make no sudden movements. I will guide you to the cell. I do of course want something out of you, and that is information. I do not have time to decide the terms of your release right now, and frankly will not have time for a while due to this attack of yours. But, you will be fed and your wounds cared for until that time comes. Unless you give us a very good reason, you will not be harmed. Now, let us move." She said, walking behind the Nord and placing her hand on her back to guide her forward.

While they were walking, Meesei decided to answer the woman's question, if only to improve the chances of getting useful information out of her. "We are lycans. That is, of course, obvious, but there is nothing much more complicated about it. We have a condition, what some would call a disease, imparted by the Daedric Lord Hircine. Some of us took the condition on willingly, but most in this clan were infected by other means. We have banded together in this clan for survival, so as to avoid the fates that often befall feral lycans. This is a home and safe haven for those who can live nowhere else. Farmers, merchants, laborers, children, those were the people you were sent to kill. It is fortunate we returned in time to protect them. I know not of your own personal code of ethics or honor, but I know that your employer has none. Whether you know it or not, you were acting in service of another Daedric Lord: Clavicus Vile. Of course, if you were asking about me specifically, my name is Meesei. I am the Champion of Lord Hircine. I am the alpha of all packs under his name."

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For the time that Janius carried and cleaned her to the point that the healers came to tend to her wounds, Kaleeth was largely unresponsive to anything that might be said to her. The only sound she made was sobbing, which she would not stop. The healers most likely assumed it was the pain that had sent her to tears, and while it certainly had not helped, her sobbing was originally brought on by something deeper. Her spirit felt even more damaged than her body, which was not in a good state itself. Like many of the wounded, it would take sustained treatment to deal with the silver wounds, so she would be under their care for a while. 

Seeing as Janius was not leaving, Kaleeth eventually worked up the will to speak, softly at first. "You should just...let me die. I deserve it. I ate them, Janius. I ate them and...liked it. I'm...sick. I'm a monster! I should be killed like a monster." She said weakly. Although it was not something Janius might think about anymore, Kaleeth, despite the months she had been with them, had not actually been in a position to experience the more cannibalistic tendencies of lycanthropes. Her prey thusfar had been simple creatures. 

It was a great relief to Ahnasha when the runners informed them of the success in the battle above them. They were able to return from the depths of the ruins before anyone fell prey to any traps. Like Sabine, Ahnasha had to know about the safety of the others, so she rushed up to rejoin the rest of the clan along with her. Once they were back to the chamber they had been hiding in before retreating to the unexplored areas she took back Rhazii from Sabine and thanked her for caring for him.

Lorag was the first of their pack that they were able to find, as he had returned not long before from searching the ruins. He told them that everyone from their pack had survived, but it was from him that Ahnasha learned not only that Fendros was injured, but [i]how[/i] he had been injured. Immediately, she made her way to the temporary infirmary in the dining hall, where he had evidently been moved. For Lorag, he decided to search around and see what happened to Harriet. With all that was happening, he felt like knowing if that was a loose end they still needed to deal with. 

In the infirmary, Ahnasha searched around for Fendros' sent until she found him. He had already received some treatment, though he would likely be bedridden for a while. The healers did not seem to like the idea of too many people crowding into the infirmary, but they simply did not have time to stop and argue at the moment. As long as she stayed out of the way, she doubted there would be a problem. "You awake, Fendros?" Ahnasha asked.