Having done as much as he could, Fendros turned and walked to the water near the side of the cave to cleanse his hands of blood and wipe his face. As he wiped his hands clean, his adrenaline wore off completely and he felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. Somehow he thought the end of the fight would have more fanfare and celebration. But now things were simply more tense than ever. He wanted to wipe his face clean and find everyone recovered and smiling. He stayed squatting at the water for several moments, trying to steady his thoughts, with little success. He got up and turned to see Ahnasha sitting quietly, but she was clearly distressed as well. Fendros thought at least he might be able to comfort her. He sat down next to her shoulder to shoulder, his knees up in the same position. Reaching, he took her by the hand and looked at Meesei as well.

He was quiet for a few moments, thinking of something to say. "Meesei is stong. I think she'll live." Fendros said, smiling sympathetically to Ahansha. He could not convince himself that what he said would be the certain outcome, but it was hurting him further to see Ahnasha in such a state.

Janius was also distraught, but kept himself in control by controlling what he did still have power over. Once he treated and bandaged his wound, he set to work on a number of tasks. First, he went back and carried the rest of the pack's equipment to the main chamber, allowing everyone to repair their clothing and dress if they so wished. After that, he set about picking the equipment off the corpses strewn through the cavern, being careful not to touch anything made from silver without a piece of cloth between the item and his hands. Once that was done, forming a sizable pile of loot for them to scrutinize later, he set about piling up most of the corpses out of the way, and butchering some of them to prepare something to eat. Building a fire served to lift everyone's spirits a little, if at all.

Once Sabine had dressed and sorted through her belongings and the potions they found, she proceeded to inspect the broken flasks that had contained the transforming gas, being careful not to step on any shards of broken glass. Of all of the broken flasks, all of the contents had completely evaporated, leaving no trace of their content. She began to sort through the crates and barrels that contained the flasks, searching for any surviving samples. She had to pilfer some leather gloves from one of the corpses to do so without cutting herself. The way she searched was single-minded, concernedly so. The resolution of her search was as if she was also trying to find not only remaining flasks, but any information about them as well.