Thankfully, Sabine managed to calm down a little in Meesei's arms, but she was still upset when she responded. "That's what I am trying to find. The tests are failing! Nothing is working. I keep ruining it." Sabine stopped to breathe for a moment, then continued, "This poison, it was made with a method I don't know about. The tests I've done turn it into this useless thing," Sabine gestured to the partially filled bucket. Her next string of words were beset by her frustrated tears returning like a tide, "The only other tests I would know would take even longer, but I know we don't have time, and I don't even know if they would work, and I would need some other ingredients from the scholars, and..." Sabine lowered her head and started to jolt her shoulders with more tight, quiet sobs, "...I feel like nothing has worked. I feel...scared, like I was before the ritual. This isn't supposed to happen."

Where Oswall had been braced to stand up from his seat, Ahnasha's words brought him slowly back down. "I...of course I desire justice," he said with a calmer impatience, "This sitting around makes me uneasy. Any one of us could have committed this crime. Disgusting." Oswall scanned his eyes over the lieutenants present again.

Over by the door, Fendros was leaned up against the wall with his hands clasped together in front of him. He caught Ahnasha's eye and unclasped one hand to give her a quick thumbs up and nod. Oswall seemed to be the most reactive of the four, so keeping him quiet would likely keep the others similarly placid.