Janius finally neared Meesei and pushed up the visor of his helmet. The intensity of the previous moments still showed on his face. "I..." he let his breath go. "I had my doubts, just now. I have to say so. I am..." He shook his head and exhaled sharply through a pout. "...surprised to be alive right now." He swallowed.

"You beat her, Meesei," Sabine said as if she had seen the impossible. "Are you okay?"

Meanwhile, the only one who seemed lucid enough to act upon what she saw was Lunise. Without asking Meesei's permission, she brought healing magic to her hands and saw to Meesei's wounds, frowning like a mother fussing over a scuffed child. "It [i]could[/i] have gone worse, though we cannot doubt this turn of events will make your job just the slightest bit harder. There are not many innocent travellers back in the area around your home that they might pick away if they get peckish. It will be one of ours, yours, or...Marod's."