Ariel turned her head from where she was seated, then turned her shoulders to face Meesei properly. "Tonight? W-well of course. I could attempt that. It would depend on what he have, though." Ariel replied, "Come here and let me take a look at your wounds."

While everyone else dispersed from breakfast, Ariel inspected Meesei's injuries, occasionally asking questions about the nature of her wounds and her treatment so far. She had not had to treat any lycans since experimenting on Sabine, but she knew a silver wound when she saw it. What came next was to take stock of what ingredients the pack had, and what Ariel had on her person. Sabine hovered nearby, watching her sister's work. It was clear that Ariel knew more secrets of certain alchemical ingredients and their various effects with each other, and it was likely born from the years of experience that Sabine had missed out on. Still, it appeared that Sabine had a better grasp on the few Cyrodiilic ingredients that had made it this far in their journey. Also from experience of using them.

"It looks to me that Sabine's work, as well as your restoration magic, has been doing a good job so far." Ariel said, now a little more relaxed being in her element, "With what we have left, though, the best I can do is mix up a salve to keep the wound from opening. Anything more than that would take too long to prepare." Ariel put a curled finger to her lip, "I do have a more powerful healing remedy back at the shop, though. If we were to obtain that, then you would be far safer moving around by tonight."

Idly, Ariel picked up a few seed pods in her hand that Fendros had gathered under Sabine's instruction. She turned the pods in her hand and scratched her head, "Have you been making... nausea remedies? I thought werewolves didn't get sick."

Sabine avoided answering that question, not wanting to explain such a long story.