Colors headed downstairs just as Kaleeth was finishing up freeing the rest of his pride. They walked, slowly and weakly out of their cells  over to the other side of the room, to give Irenya and Janius the space they needed to tend to the Bosmer. All of them would need healing eventually, but they were not in the same kind of agony as her. As Colors looked at all of them, particularly the Bosmer, his eyes lowered, and his heart sank. "By Hircine..." He mumbled. 

The dark-furred Khajiit was the first to speak up. "Colors, it is...good to see you survived, and that you are not still in the enemy's hands. Khajiit feared for your life if we were ever rescued."

Another of the pride, a spotted Khajiit woman with a similar fur color as Ahnasha, glared at him more with anger. "Yes, it is good the cowardly lizard returned nice and safe, while we were being tortured here."

The other Suthay-raht male, who had light fur and similar spots to the angry Khajiit, stepped forward between the two. "Be calm, sister. Colors did not choose to put himself in that position. He [i]is[/i] a coward, but he is our coward." He commented as he put his arm over Colors' shoulders. 

"T-thank you, Jo'rashaad." Colors responded weakly. Regardless of what any of them said, he still felt guilty about the pain they had all endured. 

Eventually, Janius managed to remove the last of the hooks, so they were able to untie her from the rack. She nearly collapsed to the ground, only to be caught by Irenya. By this point, she had numbed the girl's body entirely, so her cries of pain had stopped. Her muscles were too weakened by the rack to stand, so Irenya scooped her up in her arms and walked back towards the group. "She needs healing, but I have no doubt she will be fine, physically at least. There are no silver wounds across her body that I can sense. I think we should head upstairs and get out of this...room. You can all have a seat and rest."