Meesei drank everything the others gave her, not particularly paying attention to their contents. The magicka potions reinvigorated her magical energy, while the health and regeneration potions at the very least picked up where her adrenaline was leaving off in terms of painkilling. Her lycan regeneration was ineffective against silver wounds, but the potion Sabine had given her was another matter. It would help her chances, if nothing else. As the others were preparing bandages, she poured as much restoration energy into herself as she could muster. Her focus was first on stopping the bleeding, but she could not truly do that until they had dealt with the spear wound. 

"Okay, Sabine, I want you to get ready to pull the rest of the spear out of me. Just pull it quickly out of my back so the spearhead doesn't get in the way, and be careful not to touch it yourself." She said with an almost uneasy level of calm. Once Fendros had finished soaking one of the bandages in a healing potion, Sabine obeyed the command and slid the spear out of her Alpha's body. Meesei could not help but to cry out briefly in pain, despite the numbing sensation brought on by the potions. Blood quickly began to pour from the wound, which prompted Ahnasha to take the soaked bandages and wrap them quickly and tightly around Meesei's abdomen. There were other wounds across her body, but they were barely scratches by comparison, and most of them had already stopped bleeding. 

At this point, physical exhaustion had caught up to Meesei. She had been pouring as much healing energy over herself as she could muster, but her wounds were not something that could be mended in only a few minutes or hours. With full alchemical aid, it would take days for her to recover from her grievous internal injuries, if she could even recover at all. Her chances were better than they had been five minutes ago, but there were still no guarantees. For now, getting some rest was likely her best option. Lorag was experienced enough with injuries to know this as well, so while the others had been bandaging her, he had limped over to the other side of the room and drug back a bedroll for her. 

"There's no way she's going anywhere. We'll be staying here tonight. Get her on that bedroll, let her rest. She's healed herself as much as she can, and we've given her the potions. Resting would be the best thing for her now." Lorag said before going off on his own to deal with his own injuries. Ahnasha and Fendros slowly and carefully moved Meesei to the bedroll beside her, and it was not long before she drifted to sleep from exhaustion. While Janius and Lorag went to deal with their own wounds, and Sabine went to take stock of the available potions and ingredients, Ahnasha sat with her back up against one of the cave walls staring at Meesei's unconscious form. Her legs were drawn in close to her and her arms were wrapped around her legs. Looking closely, one could see the faint hint of tears forming in her eyes. Her entire body felt sore from the fight, but nothing the Orc did to her could compare to her emotional suffering. She was afraid; afraid for the safety of her friend and mentor, of her Alpha. She wished she could just know what was going to happen one way or the other. It was the uncertainty that was killing her.