What Fendros said troubled Meesei. She had hoped that finding him and Ahnasha would mean the end of their immediate troubles, but it would seem fate was not going to be kind. "If that's true, then we need to hurry. Stay in your beast forms; we'll need them to get back to the xanmeer quickly. Someone can carry you, Sabine. Let's find Hal-Neesa, warn her, then run back as fast as we can."

Over in the doorway, Kaleeth collapsed to her knees once more; her blood loss was catching up to her. There was no way for Meesei to have healed her fully in the short time she had. Kaleeth needed attention, but they did not have the luxury of time. She shifted back into her Argonian form and leaned up against the wall next to the door. "I...I can't do it. I lost so much blood..."

Meesei had at least healed Ahnasha's hand enough that it wasn't bleeding, so she quickly rushed over to Kaleeth and knelt down beside her. She had already examined Kaleeth before, and she knew she wasn't exaggerating. Without help, she might or might not still survive, but there was no question that she could not make it back under her own power. "Kaleeth does need help, but...we need as many of us as we can to get back to the xanmeer."

"What about these cultists?" Lorag suggested, shrugging his shoulders. "They're all mages. One of 'em has to be a healer. We might see if Neesa can have one of her people have a look at her?"

"Good idea. It's worth a try, at least. Are you comfortable letting one of the cultists heal you, Kaleeth?" Meesei asked.

Kaleeth nodded weakly. "Yes...you need to go protect Rhazii. It's more important than...anything else." 

"Alright, let's see if we can go find Neesa. She might be making her way into the keep by this point." Meesei sail. She put her arm around Kaleeth and helped her up to her feet while charging restoration energy into her. For as long as she was supporting her, she could at least do what she could to stop her bleeding.
 
Ahnasha had only partially been listening, but she understood enough of their plan. She had been staring at her injured hand, thinking vividly back onto her torture. It seemed to dominate her mind, even as they had important things to do. She only snapped out of it once she noticed Fendros taking the water from Sabine.