True to what she promised, Sabine returned a few minutes later with three leather wallets and clay mug. She gave Meesei another grin on the way to the alchemical equipment. "They are packing up their tents," Sabine said as she caught her breath. "They will not be long."

About two minutes passed where Sabine was simply chopping and crushing ingredients. The next in Meesei's pack to reach the tent were Janius, Kaleeth, and Lorag. When Janius pushed aside the tent flap and stepped in, he stopped. His eyes widened to see Meesei sitting up and healing herself again. "What...?" he whispered with confusion. He looked behind himself with a laugh and gave a grin to those behind him, before stepping in properly to let the others see. "Hircine's hounds! Meesei, Sabine told us you were alive not...lively! What in Oblivion did you do? Make a deal with another Daedra?"

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Tzirret's ears receded and his mouth lowered into a sad frown.

"Oh, Peiter." Uthri reached out and gave Peiter's shoulder a comforting rub. "I am so sorry."

Not quite knowing the details of the story himself, Tzirret looked to Uthri with some fear. He didn't know what to do.

Uthri gave Peiter about a minute to settle from the initial shock, simply being there for him. She had no illusions as to how he was feeling. "You might ask Gallus yourself, but he saved your life last night," Uthri said. "The gas was spreading and your arm was caught under a piece of masonry that no one could have lifted or broken in time. There was nothing else we could have done."