Once Ahnasha was free from her bindings, she ignored Fendros, Sabine, and the others coming in the door. She cared about nothing else but the Argonian noble. She let out an enraged roar and picked up his corpse by the neck. "No! You wretched lizard, stay alive!" She growled before slamming his body down on the nearby table hard enough to crack it in two. 

"You don't deserve such an easy death. You [b]need[/b] to suffer!" She shouted. In her anger, she started to tear into his corpse with claws and teeth, dismembering and mutilating the body. Her desecration of his lifeless corpse did nothing to satisfy her thirst for vengeance, however, and tears started to fill her eyes. She ripped his head from his body and stared into his glassy eyes for a few moments before throwing it against the wall in frustration. Ahnasha collapsed down to her hands and knees, angered from being denied her revenge and overall traumatized from her experience. It did not feel like it was over, which, really, it was not. They still had to get back to the xanmeer to protect Rhazii, which was why she was staying in here werewolf form, as she would need it to get back as quickly as possible. 

As soon as Meesei stepped into the room, she saw Ahnasha hovering over a mutilated corpse, so she did not notice her injury until she knelt down beside her. Once she saw the missing finger, her eyes widened. "Ahnasaha, your hand!" Immediately, Meesei placed her hand over Ahnasha's to begin healing. Unfortunately, just as she feared, it was a silver wound. There was no way she could reattach it; not in time, at least. All she could hope to do was to close the wound before she lost any more blood.