Meesei's reasoning had Vera running her fingers down her face. While the shock of Meesei's proposal was still present, she sat quietly to think, giving pause for Ri'vashi to comment. She eyed Ri'vashi, holding her hands together over her chin.

Oswall was still, staring at the table in front of him with a deep frown. Darahil only betrayed his visage with a long, telling blink. Pierrete was silently pleading with her stare at Vera. Tola held a dagger by the blade, levering out splinters from the table's surface idly.

The answer was clear in Vera's mind.

"We have all lost so much to this war." Her low voice softened the room. "Friends. Family...Loved ones. Even with the upper hand, precarious as it is, none of us can see the end of it. There are always more hunters to fight. More clans in danger. More of that gas." Her eyes flicked up to Meesei. "We have come too long to trip up and fail now. But we have been fighting for so long that waiting for a miracle would be eternal." She took in a slow breath through her mouth. "I would not know what the end of this fight would look like if I tried to imagine it. But I trust you. We all trust you. You have not proposed a plan half-baked without certainty before, so I cannot assume this is the case. We would hear the details, of course. However, if you can end this, once and for all, none of us will allow you to try unless you had everything possible at your disposal." She raised her voice. "Do I speak for the council's consensus!?"

Usually, the council's response to a proposed ruling was to take turns declaring their agreement.

This time, they all spoke at once. [i]"Aye!"[/i]

The room was silent once more.

"We will all be depending on you, champion." Vera spoke low and severe once more. "What do you need from us? Tell us everything."