"Good, good. You can tell me all about it later." Marcaille responded to Sabine. "Maybe you can apply one of my other recipes here too. When we get to the infirmary, I want you to take one of the stronger healing potions and mix in some finely-ground canis root and imp stool. One-eighth portions of both. The mild paralysis should calm her body and slow her blood flow by a bit. Make it easier to treat, and keep anything from getting worse. Hopefully, it'll be weak enough won't trigger her body's poison responses."

Julan was still in tears, which he quickly wiped away from his eyes. "Okay...I'll, uh, run ahead." He said, though he was distraught enough that he lacked the coordination to turn around without tripping and falling over his own feet. Regardless, focusing on the task he had been given, and nothing else, allowed him to scramble back to his feet to follow Janius' command. 

"I'll be fine, don't worry. I've been through worse before." Ahnasha answered to Rhazii. Although, if she was being honest with herself, she was starting to feel feint from the blood she had lost. It had not been the largest of wounds, but it had gone untreated for a while now. The potion she had taken was helping, but she was looking forward to the attention of a healer. Fortunately, the Silent City had plenty of healers, and most of them would be available at the moment. 

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The pack, naturally, received priority treatment from quite a few healers as soon as they made it to the infirmary. Even if they had not been the Champion and her pack, there was no one else in the city that required such immediate attention. Marcaille and Sabine focused on helping Kaleeth, while the others were tended to by other healers. The wounds that Ahnasha, Lorag, and Janius had sustained were nothing unusual for healers who were used to treating warriors, so there was nothing wrong with them that was beyond the abilities of any of those helping them. That was not to say that their injuries were minor, and they would need time to recover fully, but that recovery was essentially certain. Since there were plenty of healers available, even Lorag ended up accepting treatment without argument. Meesei was the only one to refuse magical aid, but that was only on the basis that she could heal herself more easily without interference from others. As badly as Arinette's spells had scarred her, none of them carried with them the debilitating effects of silver. As such, her spells were causing the burns across her body to recede at an easily visible rate. Kaleeth, meanwhile, had fallen unconscious during her treatment, but Marcaille insisted that it was nothing to worry about, and that she would benefit from the rest. 

The infirmary consisted of a large room with many beds, as well as chairs for those visiting the wounded. The whole pack remained in the room, and were mostly silent for a while. Meesei was sitting cross-legged on a bed with a constant glow around her. Lorag was examining his armor, which he had removed after arrival, for dents and other damage that he would need to repair. Ahnasha had got out of her now-bloody clothes, and was currently sitting still while an Imperial healer was wrapping her torso tightly in bandages. 

"So...when are we gonna talk about any of this? There's no way we can let them get away with this." Lorag finally spoke up.