Fendros gratefully took the carafe from Sabine and brought it to his mouth so quickly that drops escaped from the corners of his mouth. As soon as the cool liquid ran down his throat, he felt a much needed energy come over him. He left the carafe half-full of water and motioned it towards Ahnasha, placing his other hand on her shoulder encouragingly. They were both still affected greatly, but the sooner they moved, the better.

Kaleeth's entrance was one that Fendros did not expect. Her werecrocodile form was covered in blood, both her own and other peoples', and the extent of her injuries was ever more apparent when she transformed back into an Argonian. Janius rushed to support her as well, now a much easier task with her lighter frame. To make Meesei's job of focussing on her healing easier, Janius outright picked Kaleeth up and began to carry her in his arms.

The pack, now reunited save for one small member, filed out of the dungeon as quickly as they could to find Hal-Neesa. Sabine walked alongside Fendros, who was staying close to Ahnasha at the time, and asked him a question. "What happened at the ruins?"

Fendros glanced at Sabine and paused, recalling the time right before they fell into their nightmare. "We were firing down on their forces. We had just taken the life of the commander, then we were magically paralysed. We didn't see it coming. They bound us and put us in carts, then knocked us out. Then we woke up here, hanging in chains."

"What did they do?" Sabine continued.

As sensations that he wanted to forget flashed into his mind, Fendros shook his head quickly. "Not now, Sabine. Let's just...not now, let's go."

Sabine didn't quite get the hint at first, "Was it-"

"Not now!" Fendros snapped angrily. Sabine's neck prickled with fear and shame and she moved away.

As soon as the pack had space to move more quickly, Sabine motioned to climb up on Lorag's back so they would not be slowed down by her Breton form.