Kaleeth slowly shook her head. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about that in a long time. Before, I would have wanted to go back home. I still kind of want to, but…I care about the rest of the pack now. I don’t want to leave them, and I don’t want to leave you. I want to have little hatchlings with you and make a family. I just don’t want to do it all like…this. I don’t…I don’t want to live knowing I could end up just tearing apart everyone I love without any warning. This…beast had no problem doing it to those bodies.”

There were a few moments of silent, broken up by sobs from Kaleeth. “Surely you understand; how can’t you? I’m going to lose control, and I’m going to hurt someone; I know I will. What if I kill you, or Fendros, or Rhazii, or anyone else? I won’t be able to live after that.”

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It was not long after Meesei left the Nord that she sent a pair of more properly equipped guards to relieve the two she had left by the cell temporarily. Afterwards, she focused her attention fully on the patients in the infirmary. She helped to treat Fendros at one point, but given the relatively minor nature of his wounds compared to some of the others, she mostly left him to the other healers. 

While she was working with the wounded, Meesei could not track the progress of the other tasks that needed to be completed around the ruin; she simply had to trust that the lieutenants were coordinating the others effectively. She focused on the most dire cases first, some of which even she could not save. Silver wounds tended to be particularly damaging, and persistent. Nevertheless, she performed to the best of her ability, and saved some that may not have otherwise survived. 

Eventually, Lorag returned and sought out Meesei, having finally shifted back to his Orc form. She was dealing with internal bleeding on a young Breton man when Lorag walked up behind her.

“Alpha, I went through the ruin with some others and took out the stragglers, but I think there’s a problem: I can’t find Harriet anywhere. I’m sure you don’t want her slipping away.” He explained.

Without interrupting her healing, Meesei took a few moments to consider what to do. If she was not among the bodies, then it was possible for Harriet to have ran out of the ruin in the aftermath of the battle, but with the collar around her neck, she could not escape so easily. “Head outside and see if you can find any tracks leading away from the cave.” Meesei requested. Looking up from the Breton, she picked out someone who did not appear to be busy, a Nord boy who had helped to set up the temporary infirmary, and motioned for him to approach. He walked up to her nervously, but listened to her intently.

“I would like you to go find Vera, Oswall, and Darahil. Tell them that the Champion wishes to speak to them all, but that they should complete whatever tasks they are performing at the moment before coming to me.” She instructed.

“Trust in your abilities? It’s been what, a year since we started training you?” Ahnasha retorted, having to put in considerable effort to keeping her voice low. “You learn quickly, I can’t deny that, and you have the mechanics of fighting down pretty well, but obviously your judgment really needs the training. I wouldn’t have rushed in like you did, Janius wouldn’t, Lorag wouldn’t, Meesei, well, she would, but you’re not her. Unless you can command all the same spells as her, then what you did was just suicide. It was brave, it wasn’t heroic, it was just panic and bad judgment. But, since the advice of your mate obviously isn’t good enough for you, why don’t you go ask Janius, or better yet, Lorag for his thoughts on it? You know, the [i]Legion[/i] veteran who has been fighting as long as you’ve been alive? Let him set you straight, since my words are apparently so meaningless.”