Though he was not their alpha, Lorag and Kaleeth saw no flaw in Gallus' plan, and there was certainly no time to argue. Both of them started to head down to check on the bodies below; although, with the distance they fell, they did not expect survivors. Ahnasha too had no issues with standing guard. She even conjured a flame atronach, for additional protection. 

Back in the main structure, Gallus returned to see Meesei sitting with her back up against the trunk of the tree in the center of the room. She had discarded the now-torn dress that had been her city clothes so that both herself and Irenya could tend to her wound. She was glowing with quite a large measure of restoration energy, though even raw power was not exactly a solution to silver. Meanwhile, Colors stood nearby, rubbing his hands together nervously with something of a guilty expression. 

Irenya turned her head to acknowledge Gallus. "Alpha. Her wound it...complicated. The bleeding isn't that much of an issue, but the knife ruptured her stomach. We've mended it shut, but the silver means it doesn't want to stay that way. If we don't keep it closed, then it will burst open again, which, of course, could kill her."

Meesei, despite the situation, maintained her usual calm. She waved her hand in front of her and looked at the two with confidence. "Do not fear for me; I have survived worse. Gallus, over in that corner, in my bag, there should be potions of both healing and magicka. Please retrieve them for me. With a silver wound, the only true cure it time. The effects of the metal will pass on their own, I just need to make sure I am alive when that happens."

Irenya nodded in agreement. "Yes, this is survivable. She just needs care for the rest of the night. Luckily, we were able to put out the fire, as you can see. No thanks to the lizard over there. He caught a blanket on fire and almost threw it at the other bags."

"I was trying to pat out the flames!" Colors responded defensively. 

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Peiter tried to remain stoic through the treatment, but the pain was too intense, and he could not help but to scream. He wanted to shout for her to stop, but he managed to focus on the fact that this would save his life, and possibly even hers. He could not concentrate on much else while she was burning his flesh, but he could at least focus on that. 

Once Sabine's treatment was finally over, Peiter forced himself to sit upright, despite all of his weakness and pain. His body just wanted to give out underneath him, but he knew he could not let himself do that. He had to stay alert, and most importantly, conscious. Although her cauterization was rough, the bleeding had stopped, so they could move without leaving an easily visible trail. 

The pain was still intense, so Peiter tried to distract himself from it by focusing on the task at hand. He put his arm over Sabine's shoulder so that she could help him to his feet. "Thank you, thank you, but...we have to go now." He said between heavy breaths. Looking around at the ground around him, there was blood, which would be a sign to anyone following them. "Okay, we have to throw off...anyone following us. There's blood here. They'll see it, so...they'll think we got out of the stream here. Let's...double back a short ways, then get out of the stream carefully and just get as much distance away from it as we can. We can be careful not to leave much of a trail, and hide our scents. Hopefully, we can find some place safe to rest."