"This one knows that is a lie, but they did try to kill her, as well as the rest of us. They failed," Tzirret affirmed. He paused and confirmed to himself that Ra'katesh was probably not someone to be nervous talking to before continuing. "I have never met a werelion before today. I have been curious as to what you look like...when transformed, I mean."

The conversation was stilted and short, cutting off long before they reached camp. Beyond that, there was little discussion between the pride and the others. All were likely too exhausted to bother.

Arrival back at camp found Uthri still on watch and Sabine fast asleep in her bedroll after reluctantly letting Peiter get his own sleep. Sabine peeked open her eyes a couple of times, but was far too tired to greet the newcomers.

For the most part, Fendros had recovered from the anxiety brought on by the rack, but it still floated around in his mind like a distant cry of alarm. He sat close to Ahnasha and gave Ciinriel a sympathetic look. "That Bosmer girl didn't deserve that," he murmured to Ahnasha, "She must be terrified." Since Colours was nearby, Fendros caught his attention and asked him, "I remember it mentioned that Jo'rashaad was connected to Ciinriel. How, exactly?"

Gallus wanted to get the interrogation over with quickly as well, so as soon as he arrived in camp, he secured the prisoner to a tree a short distance away with some more rope, bound his legs again, and searched for Meesei. "I've got a the prisoner roped up on yonder tree," Gallus pointed towards the still gagged and blindfolded Khajiit, "I was going to question him, there's no reason you can't join in if you feel strong enough and are inclined to. In any case, is there anything in particular you want me to get out of him?"