Lorag, standing in the opposite corner of the tent, gave a cynical huff upon Ariel's last comment. "Right..."

"'Friend' might be a...generous word for Neesa." Meesei elaborated. "But you might also be right. In speaking with the Psijics and...others, I did have some of the same thoughts as well. It is being bound to my body that is keeping my soul together, so I have wondered if I might be able to bind it to something else after death. My soul is already bound to my beast spirit, but...not in the same way. Not in a way that would keep it together, currently. Perhaps Neesa might be able to apply her experience to some of your ideas? I am certainly willing to try whatever might work, in these next few days. I am particularly interested in trying, well...[i]something[/i] with my beast spirit, I am just not sure what."

Meesei turned her attention to the rest of her pack in general. "I know it is getting late, and none of us should lose [i]too[/i] much sleep over this in the next few days. We will need to be well-rested for the invasion. Ariel, if you do wish to stay and help directly, I would certainly appreciate it. You can have a tent here, or you can use my personal quarters back in the Silent City, if you would rather not stay overnight in a Plane of Oblivion. But, do not feel guilty if you have to return back to your home in Thorn. Even if you just leave notes, I would appreciate any help you can give. I plan on starting on this problem in earnest first thing tomorrow morning."

"Fendros, Lorag..." Meesei began, turning her head towards the two of them. "If it is not too much trouble, would you mind taking on some of my responsibilities here in the camp, so that I can focus more time on this?"