Despite the situation being under less control than what was ideal, Fendros was satisfied with Meesei's answer. There was of course no guarantee that they would even make it to Stormhold in time, but it was the best shot they had. While they travelled, Fendros decided to try and think of something believable as an excuse if they were to be questioned by any prospective midwifery mentors.

The next week held much of the same routines as usual as the pack travelled in the direction of the village. The same, except for Sabine herself. Anxious and excited about the ritual, her behaviour relapsed into shyness and fear that was more similar to how it had been in Cyrodiil several months ago, and even going further at some times. One day she stopped eating until the pack noticed and insisted that she eat. She complied, but held herself carefully for a time after each meal, as if it was becoming difficult not to feel sick. The state she was in started to fluctuate between being jittery and reactive one day, and tired and slow the next. Eventually Meesei intervened and spent a lot of time coaxing her to speak about it. The best that Sabine could respond with was with only a few words at a time, telling Meesei that she was scared of what the ritual might do. That she might have to relive her bad memories again.

By the afternoon of the eighth day, the pack smelled Argonians in the air again, and spotted a few flitting around the trees and the water. They were close to the village now. Noticing them keeping their distance and mostly staying out of sight, Janius murmured to the pack, "Are they trying to work out if we're a threat or something?"