"Agreed." Meesei responded to Fendros. She still had her eyes closed as she sat on her bed, as if meditating while mending her own wounds. Her expression did little to reveal how much pain she may or may not have been in at the moment. Kaleeth was more seriously hurt, but Meesei had still received enough burns to seriously threaten someone without lycan regeneration: the kind of burns that could make the air itself painful. "There is no way we can continue our mission without dealing with them. They know we are going to be traveling in that area. Even if they have not yet determined why we are there, they know we will be returning. I am not going to take the risk of trying to avoid them again. Unless a miracle occurs and Cyrus kills that dragon, that axe will be staying on that island for quite a while. Right now, our primary goal is to deal with Do'rhajul's team. We just need to decide how." 

Kaleeth did not remain unconscious for too long, particularly with Marcaille and Sabine's treatment working through her body. Her breathing became steadier, and after another minute, her eyes slowly opened. Julan had been sitting nearby, right next to his mother. He had stopped crying, but his face still made it obvious that he had been. However, once he started noticing some movement from Kaleeth, he was immediately overtaken by a combination of fear and excitement. He was certainly glad that she was awake, but he still had the worry in his mind that she might still be hurt somehow.

"Mother!" Julan shouted, wrapping his arms tightly around her in a hug before she even had a chance to speak, or react at all to the world around her.