For the first time since the time he blacked out with his very first transformation, Fendros' beast form receded of its own accord rather than with Fendros leading it away. After flexing and rediscovering his pained joints in his Dunmer form, as he did after each transformation, he held his head bowed forward. He could feel a lump in his throat and a pressured tightness in his chest. He was furious with himself. As if trying to play it off for a moment, he tried gathering up materials from the smuggler's belongings, snatching up a couple of bolts of cloth, each with more frustration than the next.

He went about his task with shallow breaths and no words. Meesei approached before he could gather much. Fendros threw her a quick angry glance and considered shouting at her, but he settled for fuming as he had been and ignoring her presence. His beast spirit wasn't around to be in such awe of her as usual now that it had fed, so Fendros didn't talk and silently blamed her for everything. The only confirming communication that he expressed to her was to shake his head.