Tzirret's turning was not with the best of control. The bandit he felled did not solve the fear that urged his spirit to fight. There were others, the driver and her son, running temptingly. Tzirret began to bolt after them mindlessly.

"Tzirret! Halt!" Gallus' voice rang out in a more forceful tone than any in Meesei's pack had heard. The command forced Tzirret to kick up dirt in his effort to stop, before drooping his ears and lowering his head. Now that Tzirret was pacified, Gallus returned his attention to the leader.

Fendros' pursuit of the leader ended in the same second that she shouted to surrender. Fendros held both her arms to the ground and roared at her face. He would have killed her then had he held less control.

Gallus increased his pace, but he was glad that Fendros did not immediately rip her throat out. "Let's keep her alive, Fendros. Perhaps she knows something. Bring her back here."

With a slight twist of an ear at Gallus' words, Fendros leaned up, licked his lips, and grabbed the leader by the lapel. As if she were a scarecrow, Fendros pulled her to her feet and threw her in the direction of the pack, forcing her to stumble and fall towards them, surrounded. Gallus retrieved her sword before approaching.

Though he knew that the Bosmer was not as strong, Janius was appreciative of Irenya's help in dispatching him. He gave her a nod, pushed up off the limp corpse, and then walked to Kaleeth. "Kaleeth, are you alright? Where's Newt?"

A small rising series of sobs and cries could be heard from Rhazii as he peeked around the rock despite Fendros' instructions. His face was painted with fear and anxiety. "Mama..." he said through his crying as he reached out in Ahnasha's direction.

The moment was just about over. Sabine stood with her mouth open, staring at the dead bandit that almost ran her through. She wasn't bothered by the gore, but being so close to death had put her into shock. When Peiter grabbed her, she stared at him, wide-eyed. "I don't..." Sabine dabbed a pair of fingers to her throat where the dagger had touched. It still felt cold from the metal. When she held her fingers in front of her and saw no blood, she swallowed and nodded. "I am unhurt," she said finally.

A familiar croak brought everyone's attention to the one casualty of the fight. Leaps was still prone with an arrow in his side, bleeding.

Sabine was the first to look at him. She fell to her knees beside him and began breathing faster. She didn't say a word, but her faced was strained with worry. She immediately began trying to assess the wound with a magical yellow glow from her palms. Despite the fact that Meesei had only taught her humanoid anatomy, she knew that the principles would mostly be the same. She tried to treat Leaps without asking for help, but she would probably need it.

At this point, Gallus had reached the spot where Tzirret was cringing nearby. He slid his hammer back into his belt and put the vacant hand on Tzirret's shoulder. "Alright, Tzirret, time to turn back. Remember what I taught you. Focus on the image of the apple in your mind, clear it of all else." Tzirret hadn't mentioned exactly how Gallus had taught him control, but after roughly ten seconds, Tzirret's body began to contract and revert to Khajiit form.

Tzirret was out of breath and sitting on the ground when he finished reverting. He stared at the blood on his right hand. Rather than crying or going on nervously about irrational fears, it didn't appear as though he wanted to talk at all in that moment.

Gallus left Tzirret where he was seated with a pat on the shoulder before walking to the others. "Looks like the drivers found us out," Gallus commented, noting the wound on Leaps and looking at everyone else for injuries, "How is everyone?"

Fendros kept his eyes on the leader and growled loudly whenever she made any motion to get up from where she was.