After a few more moments of poured emotion and constricted breathing from Sabine, she stopped abruptly and opened her eyes. Her breathing began to quicken and her face softened from sadness to shock. The murmuring around them became more dominant. That seemed to make her sit up and flick her head around. "QUIET!" she snapped at the top of her lungs, before placing her ear against Meesei's chest again. The brief silence was just enough for Sabine to confirm that what she heard was reality.

Sabine sat up again. Her tears were still running, but her expression was now one of frantic determination. She placed her hands flat against Meesei's upper chest and over her heart, and then her healing magic began to glow gold again. It was weaker, but more focussed. Still, it only lasted a few seconds before flickering away. Looking around and hyperventilating, Sabine pat at the bare skin on her hip. Her potions were left behind when she transformed. She turned her attention to those around her. No one looked to be a mage, except for one.

"Magicka potion!" Sabine shouted with more authority than she had ever displayed. She extended a hand in the direction of the mage's belt. "Now! Now, or she will die!"

The mage, a Suthay-raht Khajiit in light armour and bound swords, seemed overwhelmed by the attention. He dismissed his swords, pulled a small waterskin from his belt and handed it over as quickly as he could. Sabine snatched the skin, uncorked it, and drank it down so fast that she squeezed out more liquid at once than she could put down her throat. The excess spilt out over her cheeks and she leaned forward with a fit of coughing. The potion spilt everywhere, but she had taken in enough of it. Sabine felt her magicka reserves replenish enough to resume her treatment. She threw the skin aside and brought the warm golden light back to her hands.

Everything went into Meesei once more, but rather than flooding more than Sabine could use into false hope, this time it was to keep that little spark alive.

At this point, Gallus had reached the front lines. The news of Meesei's death, temporary as it might have been after Gallus had left, would soon spread. Gallus took Ri'vashi's arm and turned her to see his grave expression. "Clan leader," Gallus said with a tone that spoke more than his words, "This battle is over."