Ahnasha accepted Sabine's hug, and even returned it as much as she could with Rhazii in her arms, but inside, she was still denying that there was a problem. She smiled and thanked them just to convince them to stop talking about it. The torture was over, and she just wanted to be done with it. Though it was terrifying to think back on those still-vivid memories of her living vivisection, her body had been healed. She had a few scars, but as far as she could tell, everything in her body was still working fine. Why would she continue to talk about it?

Over the rest of the day, Ahnasha at least attempted to put on an act of being in a better mood. It helped that Rhazii's condition was improving even further, so she actually had something to be happy about. Instead of a fleshy red color, the burned area took on a more natural skin color, thanks to a combination of potions, and his own natural healing factor. His scars could potentially improve a bit more, but for all intents and purposes, his wounds were healed and he was in as good health as he would ever be. 

During the few hours of wait before the others returned, they kept Rhazii entertained, as well as tried to teach Leaps a few commands. They were just starting to become bored when the others returned to the infirmary with all of the equipment they had salvaged from the battlefield. It was easy to see that the baggage they carried annoyed the healers who still had to take care of the wounded around them, but they were going to be leaving shortly enough, so none of them said a word. 

As they were setting down their bags and catching their breath, Meesei walked up to them and started glancing over their bags. "Welcome back; it's good to see you were able to recover so much. Were you able to find all of our armor and clothing, or will we need to make more?" She asked.