Once the conversation in the center of camp began to die down, Irenya began work in pulling members of the pride aside and giving them detailed examinations to heal whatever issues she might find. The pride's captors had kept them well-healed so they could torture them for longer, and more effectively. However, they may not have dealt with some lingering issues that such frequent trauma might cause. Meesei intended to help in that task after a while, once she was sure that her own wound would require no more attention from her. She intended to request that Sabine brew a weaker, but long-lasting potion for her. Once Meesei sought her out, however, she found her near the edge of camp with her alchemical supplies, in tears. 

Approaching from out of Sabine's sight, Meesei sat down beside her. She did not have the context of what was troubling her, though given a few of the events she had noticed over the past few days, she did have some idea of the possibilities. When she finally spoke up, she did so softly, showing her obvious concern. "Sabine, do you wish to talk about it?"

Peiter, at first, attempted to ignore Tzirret. He was obviously intoxicated, and while that would normally be the perfect opportunity for any number of jokes, Peiter was in no mood to even attempt them. All he wanted at the moment was to be alone and try to figure out what it was that he had done wrong. However, it seemed like Tzirret was not going to make that easy. Instead of leaving after he finished, as Peiter had hoped, Tzirret stumbled right up to him, then onto the ground shortly afterwards. Tzirret, it seemed, was not going anywhere on his own.

Peiter let out a sigh as he ran his hand across his face. Although he was annoyed, he could not help but to give a brief chuckle at the ridiculousness of the situation. Even so, he was not about to discuss his personal issues with an intoxicated Khajiit. Although, there was the possibility that he wouldn't even remember them, if he just wanted to vent. Rolling his eyes, Peiter reached out and brushed the leaf off of his friend's head. "Tzirret, you are drunk. I think what you need is to lay down and rest. And you're lucky that...well, you're just lucky you're in this state today, and not when we were on the ship."