Instead of waking Sabine, Meesei carefully moved her to the empty cot once the others left for breakfast. Rhazii was fine for the moment, and she could handle it if his pain returned, so she decided it would be best to simply allow her to rest. The only time Meesei left the room was to go to go grab breakfast for them all, something that they were all anxious to have given how long it had been since they had eaten. Meesei and Ahnasha traded off holding Rhazii as they ate, while Sabine awoke an hour or so later and had her meal. Rhazii seemed to be at the point where potions alone could keep him comfortable, so all that was left for them to do was to keep Rhazii, and each other, entertained while they waited for the others to return. They talked with each other, and sometimes the healers that stopped in periodically to tend to the other wounded in the room, who were slowly becoming a bit less uncomfortable with their nudity. Mostly, they spoke about Rhazii, and at least tried to keep the conversation away from his burns. 

The thought which kept returning to Meesei's mind every time she looked at Ahnasha was the scar running down the center of her torso. She, and everyone else in the pack had noticed it, and Ahnasha was no doubt aware of that fact. Its implications were clear, but Meesei was conflicted on how to bring it up. She did not want to cause Ahnasha any more distress than she had already experienced, but if what Meesei feared was true, there would be no real way to avoid that. 

As Meesei was considering what to say, something happened to break the silence. Another cultist, this time an Imperial woman, marched into the room. In her hands, which were held at arm's length away from her body, she held Leaps, who was squirming to break free of her grasp after smelling the familiar scents of the pack. She seemed to be either frightened or disgusted by the wamasu, an idea that her words did nothing to dispel. "We found this...thing in the kitchen helping itself to a guar steak. I was going to cook it myself, but I was told it was yours. Take it, just...keep it away from me." She commented as she set it down, then quickly marched out of the room as if it was going to chase her down. Of course, Leaps had little interest in her. Instead, he enthusiastically ran up to Meesei's feet and chirped at her. 

As Meesei picked Leaps up into her arms, Rhazii, who was in Ahnasha's arms, caught sight of him and giggled as he held out his arms trying to grab him from across the table. It had not been until recently that Rhazii's senses were developed enough to perceive the world around him in any meaningful way, so pretty much everything except his parents was unfamiliar to him. Leaps' curiosity about Rhazii had been satisfied weeks ago, but nevertheless, the tiny cub flailing his arms to reach him caught his interest. Meesei decided to hold Leaps just close enough that Rhazii could touch him. Leaps had never shown any form of aggression towards Rhazii, or anyone in the pack, but just in case, she was sure to hold him in such a way that he could not bite him if he tried.