Meesei shook her head towards Janius. "No, the thought has not really crossed my mind. One of the prominent attributes of eternity is that there will be quite a lot of time for me to think of questions...when that day comes. For now, I am more concerned about this moment; I foresee myself maintaining healing spells for quite a long time tonight. And of course, I would much rather spend my time talking to you than speculating on my future."

With Meesei's insistence that the others deal with their own injuries, there were a few who actually started paying attention to them for the first time. Ahnasha had been favoring one arm since being trampled by the Senche, and when she rubbed the back of her neck, her hand returned with fresh blood. The wound she had received at the beginning of the attack had not been severe, but it had been closed by her regeneration and reopened a few times as she moved around during the fight. Kaleeth, meanwhile, had even more obvious wounds. She had picked up a few bruised, and some superficial cuts from the time she spent transformed, but her largest wound was received when one of the enemy thrust a steel sword straight into her abdomen during their escape. Since it lacked silver, the blood had already clotted; however, the wound was one wrong movement away from reopening. Lorag had received his own set of bruises, but his armor was hiding any trace of them. He was still having a difficult time facing Meesei, so he let out a sigh and looked towards the exit of the tent. "I'll, uh, go see about some potions or somethin'."