Sabine quickly took the initiative to help Mirisk to carry Nuulanth and help her down the ladder. Sabine wasn't expecting the mercenaries to poison their arrows, but given their task, they would probably use as many tools as they could against the cult. There was also the possibility that she had tasted Sabine's blood in the rush Sabine went through to heal her, but Sabine didn't know whether the early symptoms of lycanthropy included fatigue. They still had time to bring her to Meesei and the others, so Sabine left the issue for now. She simply put herself under one of Nuulanth's arms and silently helped her to the courtyard. Sabine's wrist still throbbed with pain, but the blade was not silver. The wound would be gone by the next morning.

"Right, same here." Janius said, undoing his shield and slinging it over his good arm, before taking out the healing potion Sabine had given him and attempting to treat the puncture on his arm. "It looks like someone accompanying Sabine took a nasty hit. Look," Janius nodded towards the edge of the courtyard, where Sabine and Mirisk were hurrying Nuulanth towards them. Janius turned towards the tower Ahnasha and Fendros occupied and tried to look in the windows. "I don't see anyone up in the tower, I'll bet Ahnasha and Fendros are making their way down right now."