Even though Fendros was running at full speed, he couldn't keep up with Ahnasha as they ran to the xanmeer. Once inside, Fendros was right behind Ahnasha as they both stormed into the fires to retrieve Rhazii. Fendros was already worried sick, but the fires and the dead Khajiit carer made him fear it was too late. The state Rhazii was in when Ahnasha and Fendros emerged was not a moment too late, but not soon enough to prevent grievous burns. There was no guarantee that Rhazii would even live beyond the day, but there was a certainty that the scars would last.

Sabine jumped off Lorag's back in short order and look a quick look at Rhazii's wounds. It was worrying enough to make Sabine tremble, but she was focussed enough to know what needed to be done. She spoke to the surviving cultists with a frantic confidence, "We need clean bandages, aloe salve, healing and magicka potions, now!"

Fendros was enraged. The targets of his fury were the cultists at first. He roared in their direction with his clawed arms spread at his sides. "HE WAS SCREAMING! WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP HIM!?" Fendros faced Llarvan, his vampire lord form causing no fear to Fendros in his state of pure anger. "YOU LEFT HIM TO DIE!"

To anyone who wasn't a trained fighter and werewolf, Fendros' intention to attack Llarvan might not have been telegraphed. However, to Janius, and likely Lorag as well, the way Fendros positioned his feet and tensed was warning enough. Janius virtually tackled Fendros out of the air in mid-leap to stop him attacking Llarvan before the movement was even processed in the minds of anyone else present. They rolled over as one along the ground before stopping and started to struggle against each other, growling and snapping. With Lorag nearby, restraining Fendros wouldn't be too much trouble, but Janius was having some trouble pinning Fendros on his own.