The great weight of the day bore heavily on them all. Janius sat across from Fendros and Ahnasha in nothing but his Imperial skin and a spare blanket. His knee bounced with furious anxiety while he sat forward with his hands together. His dragonbone armour was in a pile behind him, and he was not sure he ever wanted to look at it again.

Fendros, on the other hand, was caught between his exhaustion, his desire to go out with the search parties, and staying with his pack for their own reassurance. He chose the latter for now, but not without showing his own exhaustion in his red Dunmer eyes. He did not let Ahnasha's hand go, nor did he raise his head to Saras before he spoke.

A significant amount of the weight Fendros felt was summarised in Saras' words. Fendros eyed the others. He saw Janius lower his gaze. Resolved, Fendros filled his lungs, squeezed Ahnasha's hand, stood up, and gave both Janius and Lorag firm pats each on the back. Then he addressed Saras.

"If we're lucky, we'll see her here before we return," Fendros stated. "Either way, she will not be able to return with us to Mundus." He stood stoically to let the words sink in. "If you can call for the commanders to assemble the lycans, I will speak to them."