"Yes...please. Thank you." Meesei answered, carefully allowing herself to be seated. "I am sure there are many who would like to know. Marcaille went to go inform Ri'vashi, but I am sure our pack will be happy to hear the news. Certainly, I was pleased when I learned of it." She chuckled. "As long as I have a constant boost to my natural regeneration to counteract the silver, I should be fine. I am using my own magic at the moment, but I am feeling quite intensely tired, as you might imagine. The rate of injury from the remaining silver is slow, but I would not want to go to sleep without a healer present, or a potion."

Outside, the camp as a whole was busy. The healers had given Ri'vashi the word that the Senche-raht were ready to move, so she had given the order to pack up the camp. Or, at least what was necessary. With the warriors they had lost in the attack, not all of their tents would be needed, so many were being left behind to save space. Supplies were being taken off of the carts to be carried by soldiers, so that the carts could be used to carry those still too wounded to move on their own. Ri'vashi herself was exhausted, but continued to direct her soldiers with just as much energy as usual, thanks to the many potions of stamina she had been drinking. 

In one of the healers' tents, Peiter had awoken, though he was far from being in a good mood. He had very little risk of dying at this point, but he was still confused, frightened, and angry. That anger would become even more apparent if he happened to see Gallus.