"My daughters? About three weeks." Neesa answered. She moved her hand directly over his left eye and concentrated her efforts onto it. "They are not so distant as to stay out of contact with their own mother. They are not ones for necromancy or sorcery, but we are still close. As for my son, it has been about ten years. He had, shall we say a...philosophical objection to our way of life. His father was particularly disappointed in him; he went on for weeks about how we should disown him. I am not as bothered about it as my husband, though. He will return home in his own time. No matter how much pride he has, he has always been my little hatchling."

It was not long until Fendros and Janius entered the room as well. Fendros' first concern was, of course, Rhazii, and due to the speed of Neesa's healing, his situation was not nearly as dire as before. Neesa removed her hand from over his eye, which now looked barely different from the other. "He is alive. Burned and scarred, but alive. You may be pleased to hear that I healed his eye as well. The flames boiled the liquids inside and warped the lens, but I set it back mostly to its proper state. It will heal on its own from there. I did not think I would need to clarify this to you, but lycans, as it turns out, are not easily killed. You are strong, in body and soul." She commented, rubbing her hand across Rhazii's forehead. "Oh, and what a powerful soul this one has. Physical imperfections aside, he is an exceptional specimen of your kind. I would keep him away from my husband, or he might get the idea to take his soul for himself." She added, her tone making it difficult to tell whether or not she was being serious. 

Neesa looked at Rhazii with curiosity for a few more moments. It was obvious she held some sympathy for the cub, but there was something else in her gaze. She found him interesting, and for someone whose lifespan covered several eras, that was saying something. For Ahnasha, the look in Neesa's eyes made her nervous. The idea of a powerful vampiric necromancer taking any sort of interest in her son was frightening, but she had not only just saved his life, but healed his scars more completely than she would have thought possible. He would still bear them for life, but at least they would not hinder his mobility or function. After a few moments, Neesa finally broke away from Rhazii to allow Fendros to take his place beside him.

"At any rate, the healing process is not completely over for him. In an hour or so, my spell will wear off and he will start to feel some pain again. I could stay to treat him, but I am not going to. You have exhausted my charity for the day. If you want to mitigate his pain, I would suggest you stay here with him. Or don't, just do not be surprised if one of the other patients here becomes tired of his screaming." Neesa said, not waiting for a response before leaving the room. The other patients in the room were sleeping, so for the moment, the pack was alone with Rhazii. For a while, it was silent. Ahnasha had a hard time bringing herself to say anything. Rhazii was not in pain for the moment; in fact, he almost seemed content. Even so, there was no way she could move beyond what had happened, as it was quite literally burned into his face. The scars were still a fleshy red color, though with what Ahnasha knew about burns, it would eventually turn to a more natural color matching the rest of his skin. Still, it would never fully go away. It would always be a constant reminder to him of his parents' failure. She placed her hand on his stomach and allowed him to wrap his hand around her fingers, which caused him to giggle as he looked up into his mother's face. She tried to return a smile to lift his spirits, but just ended up falling into tears herself.