Meesei watched the Cathay woman as she directed a few of the soldiers to different locations, then followed herself down one of the corridors. Based on her name's honorific, Meesei assumed her to be the clan leader, or at least someone high in rank. Their introduction to the clan had been far from ideal, but given the situation, she could forgive the lack of a proper welcome. 

"Agreed. I suspect we will have to deal with whatever sabotage she tried to enact, but we will likely have to wait until all of her companions have been captured. I do not want to discuss this with anyone other than the clan leader. We do not know who we can trust. For now, I suppose we should just wait here and keep an eye on the impostor." Meesei commented. She picked up her pouches off of the ground, along with her now-shredded robe, and moved them nearby to a sort of garden area just off of the path. She sat herself down on the grass and let out a deep breath. 

"Irenya, what condition is she in?" Meesei asked. 

The Dunmer, naturally, was focusing on repairing what damage she could on the werewolf's shoulder. "Unconscious from shock, it seems. I am working on stopping the internal bleeding right now. There is...quite a lot of it. She has lost a good deal of blood already, but as long as she does not lose anymore, she should live."

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[i]"Well, hopefully the clan is there, then. This one is looking forward to joining you this evening."[/i] Ma'tanza responded, looking at Tzirret genuinely.

M'ibasa looked up to Ma'tanza curiously [i]"What are you going to do? Are you going to do what Bheja said he did with S'nishi?"[/i]

[i]"Ah, Divines no. M'ibasa just...forget he said those things, please."[/i] She responded quickly, with wide eyes.