Fendros gave a look of worry at Ahnasha's words as well, but he had to stop and think whether it was worth giving them sympathy. He hoped that Ahnasha's tone was not brought about by sheer hate, though that was wishful thinking, but rather the prisoners that had been captured were likely going to suffer the horrible fate of whatever these cultists had planned regardless of their actions. Fendros glanced to the ground, then stood up with a frown. "Let's get some food. The sooner we get there, the better."

Thankfully, the larder was not set in flames by the attacking mercenaries. Obviously they were more concerned with hitting the target of the bedrooms at the time, so finding something to eat was not difficult for the pack. Glances at them from the cultists this time were not regarding them as strangers so much as their lack of attire. No one seemed too bothered to demand that they cover themselves, which was a convenience, but reminded Fendros just how oddly uncomfortable he had become with his own nudity in comparison to when he was first turned. He held onto these introspective thoughts as much as he could to obscure the pictures he held in his mind and the guilt he still felt, but trying not to think of something inevitably led his mind back to it time after time. It made him quiet during breakfast and impatient to leave.

Fendros visited Rhazii and Ahnasha one last time before heading out, kissing Ahnasha on the forehead and Rhazii on the unburned side of his little face. Again, he was rather quiet. The portion of the pack that tasked themselves with retrieving and scavenging items soon left with little more ceremony and no resistance at all.