Sabine slowly raised her head to look at the treeminder once she realised that he was referring to her. Being faced again with deciding whether she wanted to go through with the ritual made her hesitate. The anxiety began to build up again and she was paralyzed in place. She just felt like running out of sight, curling up under her cloak and crying. In desperation, she looked up at Meesei's face and saw her with an expecting look. Sabine's mind became so clouded that she couldn't even rationalise the situation. Thankfully her racing thoughts rolled across what Ariel had said before they parted ways.

[i]You have a wonderful family. You don't ever need to be afraid with them around.[/i]

It wasn't much, but it was enough to gain the confidence she needed. The pack were there, Meesei knew what she was doing, there was nothing that could go horribly wrong, and if she were to truly face her fears, she would let it be here rather than bottling them up for the rest of her life. She faced Thorantilth, took a breath through her nose and nodded affirmatively.

Even though the treeminder was fairly open minded as well, Fendros wasn't thrilled to hear that they would be staying for a few days. In an ideal situation, he would be able to interact with the tribe and perhaps gain enough of their trust to not feel as though a spear was going to find his neck if he so much as breathed incorrectly. Unfortunately, not only was this a tribe of Argonians scarred by Dunmer slavers from generations ago, Fendros' Jel was hardly up to scratch.