Though Meesei was stable enough that her heart was now beating on its own, her overall condition had only marginally improved. As much as they had tried, they could not remove all of the silver from her body. There was little question that her life was being sustained almost solely by the many regeneration potions they had given her. If they were allowed to wear off, her body would not be able to sustain itself for long. 

Among most of Meesei's pack, the mood was understandably grim. They all surrounded Meesei's bedroll, but she was still entirely unresponsive. There was no way to know when, or if, she would ever regain consciousness. Even Ahnasha had a difficult time being as optimistic as Fendros was at least trying to be. "I know her bleeding is finally stopped, but...that silver. It's in her blood. I'm almost glad she's not awake, so she can't feel the pain of it. I just wish there was [i]something[/i] we could do. Something to get that poison out of her body. It's...hard for lycans to survive that."

Kaleeth was back in her Argonian form, and sat next to Janius with her knees pulled up to her chest. She had been almost entirely silent thusfar, staring at the Ring of Hircine, which she was holding in her hand. "I...don't like having this." She finally said, albeit softly. 

Lorag, meanwhile, had not taken the scowl off of his face since he had sat down. When he finally spoke up, it was in a tone that made it seem as if he were growling. "It shouldn't've been like this. She shouldn't've had to do that, when we were leavin' I mean. I saw her; had to put herself into the fight 'cause half our men were too busy soilin' their trousers to follow their orders and get out of the gate. She had to...inspire them and all that nonsense. Shouldn't've happened. Cowards, all of em! I swear, when we get back, I'm gonna find each and every one of them that held back and make sure they get what's comin' to them. Fifty lashes for all of 'em!" He shouted, though, it was not entirely likely that he would follow through on his threats. At the moment, he just needed a place to direct his rage. 

It was not long after Lorag's rant that one of the healers, a slightly shorter than usual, light-furred Cathay male approached. There had been a pause in Meesei's treatment while they waited for one of the healers to finish a special potion, but now, it seemed, they were ready to resume. By his expression, he seemed nervous, but determined. "This one's apologies, but...Marcaille has finished brewing her potion. If she is right, it should help remove the silver, but we will need to treat her once more at the same time. Khajiit needs to take the Champion to our tent. We should...know within the hour if the old Breton's idea worked."