Sabine was not only surprised to find that Hal-Neesa was the only one who stepped forward to help, but also detecting the only hint of humanity from her expression that Sabine had witnessed since she had first seen her. Sabine silently followed behind them all, hoping that the cult had some ingredients she could make use of. There wasn't likely anything left if the fires had found her own stash of ingredients. Perhaps one of the cultists would recognise her potion bag and bring it back for her. She could hope.

Both Fendros and Janius had a reeling sensation as Fendros was lifted into the air. Janius was virtually thrown onto his back as he fell off him. Llarvan was not angry, it seemed, but more than capable of ending Fendros' life if he disobeyed. No matter how Fendros tried to pull the intangible force away from his throat and flail his claws angrily in direction of the out-of-reach vampire lord, he couldn't do anything about Llarvan. His rational mind was completely overtaken at this point, so it took enough wheezing and flailing for Fendros to completely black out before his body returned to Dunmer form. Janius was at first worried that Llarvan had completely suffocated him, but when Fendros was released, he landed in Janius' arms and breathed in deeply all of a sudden. This preceded a fit of rough coughing and some fast, shallow breaths induced by being close to death. Janius carried him off away from the smoke, giving one last look to Llarvan over his shoulder on his way out. Fendros managed to wheeze out Rhazii's name weakly before he fainted from exhaustion and asphyxiation.