Gallus stepped up to the edge that Ra'maranja fell and observed the source of the final hollow thud on the ground that was his death. After confirming that the bodies of the traitors were broken on the ground, he turned and walked nearer to the centre of the platform. He turned on his heel and gave everyone a serious look. "Kaleeth, Lorag," Gallus gestured to the ropes, "Head to the ground and check if there were any survivors. We might be able to question them, but kill them if you can't keep them down. Once they're secure, have a quick look around for Peiter and Sabine." Gallus turned to the others and pointed around to the other platforms, "Ahnasha, Fendros, Uthri, get bows and keep a eyes out on each side. He mentioned reinforcements, look out for them. Tzirret?" Gallus looked down at Tzirret, who was clutching a spear unsurely. He had been at the rear for almost the entire fight, "Look around, try to find Janius and the children. They can't have got far without using the lift platform." He looked around to everyone, "I'm going to check on Meesei and Irenya. Shout out if you need help."

Gallus' pack mates each nodded and went to their tasks, Fendros saw no reason not to obey either. Gallus put his weapons away and jogged back to the smoking living hut to check on the situation.

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As the hunters withdrew, Janius stalked them until he was sure that they would not return. Their retreat was not optimal, but at least they would not pose a threat for now.

While making his way back, Janius picked up the trail of Peiter and Sabine. The blood made it simple to find, but it was also concerning. If they were wounded by silver, they would need to get back to Meesei as soon as possible. He quickened his pace now that stealth wasn't a concern. When he reached the stream, he could smell the blood in both directions. He deduced that it was flowing from upstream and began splashing his way in that direction.

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In her panicked mind, Sabine tried to avoid trying Peiter's suggestion, but it only took moments for her to realise that her healing would not be enough. Sabine looked about frantically, and then dragged Peiter right out of the water by the armpits. Once they were in a clear spot, Sabine's magic went from a friendly glow to a flickering orange.

She hovered her hands over the wounds hesitantly. She had not done this technique before, she had only observed it. "I'm sorry," she whispered, barely able to watch as she charged the spells over Peiter's wounds. The outcome was not nearly as precise and swift as the practised healing hands of her mentor, but Sabine was nothing if not thorough in her desperation. The light touch of her hands turned into a grip as she attempted to hold Peiter still while cauterising his wounds.