The that passed finally allowed some true calm and reflection.

Fendros and Rhazii were seated on chairs beside Ahnasha's bed, though Rhazii had just slipped out once he heard what had happened and that there was essentially nothing else he could do to help. He didn't say where he was going, but Fendros strongly suspected that he was going to try and spar with Ri'vashi.

Similarly, Janius was nearby Kaleeth. He was sitting over the edge of his bed after his leg had been treated. Thankfully, none of his bones had broken. Some bruising and damaged cartilage around his knee was repair well within the abilities of the clan's healers. He insisted on healing his own bruises and scrapes where they were more minor so that more attention could be given to his packmates.

Sabine, finally, was sitting limp and fatigued on a chair between Kaleeth and Meesei's beds. Once she had been finally convinced to sit down and calm, she turned into a shuddering wreck for half a minute or so. After that, she was astonishingly calm, though fatigued. There was no time until now to ask why.

Nevertheless, Fendros answered Lorag first, after a pause. "I've been thinking about it," he began. "There are a few measures we could take from now on. For one, we could mark multiple locations within a distance to teleport to. They knew exactly where we were coming through, so we need to take away their advantage there." His eyes turned to Kaleeth. "Secondly, we need to plan how to deal with those people since they have demonstrated themselves...and predict how they'll try to deal with us next."