The morning was abuzz with excitement of all kinds for the coaligned armies. Those with any niggling doubts or attachments outside of Hircine's cult -- most of those present -- had anxieties over what might be on the other side. Those fully devoted were feverishly anticipating the visit. Those with neither merely trusted the reassurance of their leaders and left their excitement to stepping closer to the fight with Vile.

Meesei's pack had greeted her when she returned no differently than if she had not spent any time at all on Artaeum. In a sense, she had not, but the experience added to the jarring feeling overall. All the adults had some duty or another keeping them busy, while the children tried not to show their worry.

It came as a surprise to them all, then, that Meesei would be expressing much more worry than usual around them. It went ignored for a short while, but enough exchanged glances had Fendros quietly urging Sabine forward to talk to her.

Sabine put her hand on Meesei's shoulder. "The portal is set up correctly. It will not go wrong, I promise." She worried her brow. "Meesei. Is something wrong?"