Now that he had seen the damage as much as felt it, Gallus did not resist Meesei's healing. He only spoke, "If you insist, Meesei." Had Meesei not administered healing, Gallus might have felt more pain that night. His bruising was so bad that it might have meant near-permanent damage to his sternum cartilage. How he was not wincing on the way back was a stoic act, if somewhat unnecessary.

Tzirret started to smile more at the congratulations. He was glad that it was not jealousy he received from Ahnasha or Peiter, not that it was particularly likely. He looked back at La'khay and smiled to her once more, but he actually grinned when he got validation from Lorag, even if it was just a nod.

In additional congratulations, Sabine stepped up and gave Tzirret a quick hug. "Well done!" She proclaimed before stepping back.

It was safe to say that Tzirret wasn't used to this kind of praise. He let out an uneasy laugh and looked down at the horns. "This one thinks that he will not carry these everywhere. I will cut a length of one to use as a signal horn, maybe." Tzirret didn't mention at that point that he would have to be taught how to craft these horns into anything. "This one does not know what to with the rest." He looked up at everyone else, particularly Ahnasha, who gave suggestions before, "What should be done with them?"

Sabine confirmed Ahnasha's previous suggestion, "I could use some for potions."

"They're quite valuable as well, if you wanted some coin," Fendros suggested, "But you would have to buy something equally as memorable."

Tzirret looked at the horns again, wondering something. "Tzirret will think of something."