Once more, Marcaille raised her brow at Sabine. She seemed confused at first, and it took a few moments of thought before she could respond. "Vos? On Vvardenfell; that Vos? What in Oblivion is a Breton coven doing in Morrowind? Skyrim I can understand, but Vos? Well, they might have come from the Glenmoril witches if they worshiped lord Hircine. Otherwise, it's a mystery to me."

Ahnasha did not acknowledge Fendros' suggestion. The same idea had occurred to her, but magic was the last subject on her mind at the moment. She was sitting in her chair, hunched forward with her hands clasped together in her lap. She was making an effort not to stare at Meesei too much, but she was doing a poor job of it. Lorag, meanwhile, took one of the potions from his bag and silently placed it down on the table, next to Meesei. She was no doubt already under the effects of multiple potions, but he wanted her to have another at the ready regardless. 

Meesei gave a nod of acknowledgement to Lorag without breaking in her healing. Her body had been numbed almost entirely by the combination of spells flowing through her body, so she was at least not suffering at the moment. Still, it was staring to seem more like a miracle would be required for her to be able to be healed enough that she could survive. She gave no indication to the others of it, but she was afraid.