"Well, actually..." Vera paused to laugh quietly while she tied the last cord on her dress, "...that's something that another member of the clan worked out. Her name is Frangelica, she was a dressmaker before she-" Vera paused as she was interrupted by Ahnasha's approach. Her smile faded as the seriousness of Ahnasha's expression was conveyed. Vera stood up and responded in kind, "Of course. I'll be right up." She turned her head to Kaleeth, "I suppose we'll have to resume our conversation, later."

Out of the corner of Ahnasha's eye, she spotted a few of Harriet's packmates whispering amongst themselves. The atmosphere over where they sat certainly smelled of something amiss.

A few minutes later, Vera turned up at Meesei's chamber again. Seeing as the other lieutenants were in the dining chamber still, they would not be difficult for Ahnasha to send up. Harriet was strangely quiet while confined. She simply stared through the balustrade of the pack's chamber from where she sat by the wall, occasionally flicking her eyes over to where Lorag held her sword.