Fendros sighed through his nose. "You are correct. We all are lucky to be in such caring families." Again, Fendros considered helping further, but he couldn't. He knew that tonight the pride would likely best spend their time recovering from the shock of their torture and getting back into reality. Fendros knew it was overeagerness to help pain that he knew of intimately, but he still felt partly annoyed at being useless.

Over by the prisoner, Gallus' reaction to Meesei's extended threat was similar to the prisoners'. Though his face was obscured from the prisoner, he looked as if he himself would be remiss to keep any secrets from Meesei - and he was already a werewolf. Quietly clearing his throat and snapping out of the moment, Gallus crossed his arms and looked back at camp. He caught the eyes of Jo'rashaad and noted his attention before looking back to the prisoner. He didn't want a repeat of the incident at the cabin, unless they wanted that kind of approach, of course.

Having had emptied his stomach in the basement of the cabin, Tzirret sat slowly chewing on a chunk of meat for his second dinner. He was looking around curiously amongst all of the newcomers, but didn't really feel comfortable talking to them for fear of offending them after such a long time confined. Sabine and Peiter were asleep, so there weren't many other great options. Upon finishing his final mouthful, Tzirret looked upon the still terrified looking young Bosmer girl and considered trying to speak to her. After a minute, he thought better of it. Given the story he overheard from the girl's aunt nearby, the last person she would want to interact with is another Khajiit stranger. Tzirret instead resigned himself to find his bedroll and get some sleep. It had been a long day.