Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine threw glances at the woman while she treated Meesei. She did not show any immediate reaction to her age, intriguing as it was, but was more likely trying to concentrate on Ahnasha's shoulder while keeping track of what Marcaille was doing.

"That would make you...how old, then?" Fendros said, failing to come up with a way to ask more politely in that moment. "You probably get asked this a lot, but how did you manage to look nearer to our age than most Bretons with that much experience?"

Janius lifted himself to his feet. "I'll find the others if they want to visit," he said quietly. He was curious about Marcaille as well, but he knew that it was likely going to involve an area of magic that he would be completely lost in. He thought that he may as well make use of himself during this part of the conversation.

While Fendros spoke, there was a mild worry that niggled at the back of his skull. He couldn't put his finger on why.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine nodded and stood up to get to Ahnasha. The shoulder had been popped back into place earlier, if only to stop the absolute worst of the pain rather than bear it for hours on end, but there were still torn muscles and bruises. Sabine gently went about bringing the right magic to her hands to knit it all back together with a tired expression.

There was some surprise to see the Breton enter the tent, with Fendros, Janius, and Sabine turning to look at her. However, they recognised her name as she introduced herself.

"Oh, you're Marcaille?" Janius asked. He looked to the others for confirmation and spoke given there was no protest. "That's quite alright. Thank you for your help so far."

Fendros narrowed one eye, remembering what the healer said to them before. "Pardon me if I'm prying, madam, but could you tell me how old that Cathay aide that spoke to us is? He spoke of you as if he was more...junior than he looked."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"I'll be fine," Fendros waved off the potions after Lorag's explanation.

"Yeah, I'll live too," Janius said. Although, he gave a look at Kaleeth's abdomen, and then peered up at her eyes. "You ought to have something for that gash there, Kaleeth."

"Either way, I doubt we've seen the last of Do'rhajul, Spellbreaker, or that gas." Fendros sighed deeply. "I just hope that they don't have the gas elsewhere. We've already lost enough friends today." He rubbed at his forehead, remembering. "I'd hate to compound bad news, but it may have slipped Sabine's mind that Do'ajee didn't make it, either. It..." Fendros took a breath as the images came to mind. "It was the burning oil at the entrance to the keep. Ra'kalesh was caught in it as well, but he survived. I can't imagine how he felt."

Sabine spoke up again, trying to ignore her shortfall in her recount. "I can heal you if you want," she said to no one in the pack in particular, though she looked at Ahnasha's arm and Kaleeth's middle with some concern.

Mid/High Casual - Divinus: The Deity Roleplay Mk.II

Because studying is for losers, I've gone and wasted some time again:

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The recount sounded terrifying enough on its own. Everyone silently listened, visibly uncomfortable. Sabine looked up curiously with the mention of an antidote to the gas as she continued healing.

Janius was the first to answer. "That's hard to imagine you being overpowered. I'm glad that you were able to escape at all." He then looked to one side and narrowed his eyes. "You mentioned a shield Spellbreaker? What...is that?"

"The perfect thing to have against a mage," Fendros piped up. "It's a large shield that projects its own ward. A powerful one at that. I remember seeing it in a book, a long time ago."

"I've never heard of such a thing." Janius turned his gaze between Fendros and Meesei a few times. "Where do you suppose he got it? We can't get them ourselves, can we?"

Fendros shook his head, "There is only one. It is an artefact of the Daedric Prince Peryite. I...don't know much else about that one."

Janius sighed through his teeth. "With something like that, as well as a gas that can kill us by breathing it..." Janius didn't want to finish his sentence.

"We have notes." Sabine croaked. She was quiet, but the conversation appeared to have a distracting effect from her previous state of mind. "We took them from a laboratory where they were making it. It can be studied. The antidote could be made."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros and Janius both murmured thanks under their breath to Lorag. still had their fair share of knocks and bruises as well. Janius' burn had not been completely dealt with in the field and had formed into a scabby sheet of dark red, but his regeneration had begun to close it. Still, a potion couldn't hurt.

Lorag wouldn't take long. In the meantime, Janius found some stacked chairs at the side of the tent, no doubt for the table itself had it not been used for surgery. He took them two by two and let everyone take a seat rather than stand. No one seemed to want to leave any time soon.

"So, Meesei," Fendros asked, reaching to clutch his own shoulder. "What exactly happened in the keep? Did you find the general and Ra'jorr?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros dipped his head forward. "Very well," he said.

"You can certainly be depended upon not to impose for your own sake." Janius let out a breathy laugh. "Even here, eh?"

Sabine moved her head from side to side when Meesei addressed her. Despite that, she couldn't exactly deny her wounds when Meesei named every single one of them, save for the grazes on her knees. She was sore all over. She had not been paying attention to her wounds between being in shock and keeping Meesei alive. At least her nose had popped back into place when she transformed.

Meesei's last condition made Sabine look down and away belligerently, slowly letting go of Meesei's hand, and then wordlessly set to work shrinking her bruises to healthy pale skin.

"I think I'll let Ri'vashi, Gallus, and his pack know that you're awake in a moment. Ra'kalesh, too," Fendros said. "Peiter's still recovering, but I think they might want to at least come by."

There was another long moment of dreaded silence that let the sadness of the situation creep back. Only the sound of Sabine carefully healing herself could be heard. After a while, Janius spoke up, attempting to bring some levity again.

"So, Meesei," Janius said. "If you...you know, end up joining the eternal hunt tonight, is there..." He shifted his shoulder. "Is there anything that you're going to ask Hircine? Anything you want to talk to him about?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Sabine was still silently weeping with Meesei's knuckles pressed between her closed eyes. As if she could feel Meesei's gaze, her eyes opened slightly to look back, no doubt clouded by her tears.

With a breath in, it seemed like Sabine was going to say something. She paused to hold it before shuddering it out. "I cannot let you die," Sabine repeated in a squeak. She breathed in again. "I will find a way to help. There has to be some way. I can...I can try to make the potion that Ariel gave you when you were stabbed. That got rid of the silver."

Fendros' voice gently chimed in past Sabine. "Is there anything we can do for you, Meesei? Anything to make you more comfortable? Anyone else you need to see?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Janius shifted his eyes between Meesei and Ahnasha as if he was unsure, but he didn't ask any questions about it. It was obviously sensitive.

Sabine, on the other hand, didn't seem to react at all.

When Ahnasha looked at Fendros, there was the implied promise of a talk in his face as he peered back at her. He had not forgotten the thrall that she had raised from a fallen lycan during the battle. Still, he held onto her hand and looked to the ground as well. It was not as if he wasn't complicit either.

The only one left to talk to, it appeared, was Lorag. Everyone knew why he was being silent up until now. However, no one was sure exactly how he would behave.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros' expression had been a repressed blank face, though now he raised an eyebrow. He tilted his head to look at Ahnasha with a curiosity as if he had missed something. He brought his gaze back to Meesei. "Who ever said I managed to do that?" he asked.

Like Janius, Fendros flicked his eyes to the floor as he took on a more serious tone. "You're right, though. Parent to a Khajiit, partnered at this age, and...deathly worried for an Argonian. All the way in Elsweyr, after travelling through half of Tamriel. I couldn't have imagined it if I tried." He sniffed and peered back up. "Thanks for finding me in the forest. Thanks for...everything."

Fendros then reached out and weaved his fingers with Ahnasha's, noting her missing finger and all. He breathed in to continue, "What do you think, Ahna? Have you become a sleepy, tame..." He smirked, despite the situation, "...housecat?"