Hal-Neesa led the group past the throne room, into the part of the catacombs they had not previously been allowed into. They passed by a few closed doors before reaching a hallway filled with people rushing back and forth between rooms. Peering inside, Meesei caught glimpses of healers tending to wounded from the fight. At least it seemed like the cult was properly prepared to deal with injuries to its members. Neesa guided them into a room with several cots, along with potions and various types of medical supplies. All but two of the cots were filled, but for treating Rhazii, it was easier to set him on his back on one of the more elevated tables, though Meesei made sure to at least grab a blanket to set him on.

Meesei expected Neesa to grab the attention of one of the healers, or to just simply say that she could make use of the supplies present, but instead, she stood on the opposite side of the table from Meesei and Ahnasha, then slowly reached out and placed her hand on Rhazii's forehead. At first, the powerful healing spell she used seemed to glow as bright as the sun, and by the time the light dimmed to a more normal level, Rhazii had gone from screaming from his constant pain to a mere light sobbing, more from confusion than suffering. "I am a mother myself, you know. I have had three children with Llarvan, though none live here. Our daughters prefer a simple life in the village of my hatching....or at least the descendants of that village. The youngest, our son, he became a wanderer, an adventurer. He also chose not to accept the gift of our blood. Unlike you lycans, the gift is not passed from parent to child among us. He is a rebellious soul, but he is still my child." 

As Neesa described her family, Rhazii's condition rapidly improved. Neesa accomplished in a few minutes what would have taken Meesei hours, and she took it even beyond that. She was able to rapidly regenerate his burned flesh, especially on the neck where his burns were the least severe. In that area, she was able to remove the burn almost entirely, to the point where it seemed like the fur could regrow. Unfortunately, his face and upper chest had been exposed far more directly to the flames. Even though she was able to mend his injuries far more effectively than most healers ever could, even her best effort could not rid him of his scars entirely. Neesa could regrow his skin and the flesh underneath, but the melted appearance of his scars were still very prominent. They would never be healed by any normal means, and the fur in those areas would not grow again.