Do'rhajul bowed his head briefly. "I have already sworn myself to Sabine's service. If that is the capacity in which she wishes for me to serve her, to be a part of a pack as you describe it, then that is what I shall do. I do not know what the Daedra who holds claim over my spirit intends for me. I do not know if Vile would have ever fulfilled his promise of a cure, but I have abandoned that possibility. I will serve you in life, and await judgment in death, Sabine."

Meesei reached over and placed a hand gently onto Sabine's arm. "If this is really what you want, Sabine, then I will support you however I can. Do not let yourself rush into it, though. A pack is more than just two people, and you need to be ready to take responsibility for everyone you command. I have no doubt you are capable of it; I think everyone in my pack is, you especially. Take your time forming your pack, and if you decide against it at any point, know that Do'rhajul will live regardless."

Ri'vashi felt Darahil's gaze, but for a while, it was met with only silence. Even the least adept at reading Khajiit expressions would see that she was still angry, but it was now more distant. It was no longer dictating her words or actions. After giving a long stare to Do'rhajul, she released a sigh. "We had better make good use of what he knows."