"Yes, I wasn't hurt," Sabine said back to Meesei, with a little shame in her voice. Being captured was certainly a heavy blow to Sabine's confidence, but Meesei was right. There was nothing she could have done. The cultists evaded both her own and Leaps' senses. They had to have known about her whereabouts beforehand. Unfortunately, the fact remained that they were effectively prisoners of an enslaving cult, saved purely by their representation for Hircine. While the pack were ushered towards their rooms, Sabine looked up to Meesei, still fearful, "What is going to happen?"

The Altmer's words were one thing, but the demeaning physical contact was a step too far. As soon as Janius felt Vinaremo's fingers on his head, he ducked his head forward and swatted his arm away with a sudden movement. It was then that Janius' eye contact was provoked. "I'm not your pet, Altmer," Janius spat, beginning to walk. He could tell that Vinaremo was trying to rile him up, but Janius would only tear him apart as soon as their mission was complete. He didn't want to experience any moment longer than he had to with this individual.