The chaos that followed the withdrawal lasted for hours. Supplies were being drained, healers were stretched thin. All around an exhausted Sabine, surgeons worked to set Meesei's bones, locate and remove any large chunks of silver, and disperse what was left so that they could stabilise her. In spite of all insistence, Sabine adamantly refused to let another healer take over for her in keeping Meesei's heart going.

Upon his arrival, Gallus became the defacto commander of the medical effort. He found the most experienced healers to triage the countless casualties and saw about commanding and allocating healthy soldiers to assist however they could. Lives were lost and saved, but it seemed to have no effect on Gallus either way. He didn't even visit Uthri, Peiter, or even Tzirret as he constantly had his work cut out.

Uthri stayed near Peiter to ensure his safety. He was stable but still unconscious.

The rest of Meesei's pack came back to the camp only to be roped into to helping the wounded. The only spare moment any of them had to see Meesei was from a short distance. They were warded away by the healers in short order before they could obstruct Meesei's treatment.

Eventually, the rush died down. Meesei was at least brought to the point where she was stable without constant attention. Her pack gathered around her bedroll quietly. Sabine was leaned up against Lorag, looking like she was about to pass out. She was blinking heavily, but was clearly trying to stay awake.

"We should never have let her go ahead alone," Janius broke the silence furtively, "I haven't been this scared since Morrowind."

Fendros' tone wasn't much more optimistic as he looked over Meesei's bandaged body. "Our alpha's hard to kill. She'll pull through."

Word soon reached Gallus' ears that Meesei was still alive. During his administration, he stopped by Meesei to see for himself, but he did not stay longer than a moment. He did the same for Peiter and was strangely absent from then on.

Peiter and Uthri were soon joined by Tzirret. Looking from a distance would see Uthri taking Tzirret's shoulder and speaking to him, before they both embraced one another tightly and began to weep.