Where she sat, Sabine slowly peeked her eyes out from under her cloak at present Meesei. At first, she had seen the talks as pestering. These talks with Meesei in the past only seemed to remind her of her memories. Yes, they were painful, but Sabine came to understand that Meesei only did this because she cared. She only wanted to help. However, Sabine had kept those memories bottled up. Each and every single time Meesei got up and left from one of her attempts at talking with her, there would always be a part of Sabine that wished that she could heal herself and be rid of the horrible memories, and that Meesei could understand her plight.

There was a new motive that came through in this scene that the Hist sung agreement to. In the first decision, she learned that she could be strong enough to take the repercussions of her actions. In the second decision, she learned that she could not continue to be afraid of horrible things happening if they were already beyond her control. Here, she could do something that would be hard, but was something she should have done now, rather than leave for so long. There was only one thing to start the healing process that she could think of.

The Hist resumed the scene without prompt. Sabine looked into the eyes past Meesei and poked her head completely out of the cloak. "My name..." Her voice was croaky and quiet, and shook with a resisting sadness, "...is...Sabine...Montgrave." Her jaw quivered as she continued, "I am from Vos...on Vvardenfell. I am from a witches coven, but I ran away, because..." She started to blink rapidly, and this time tears began to run down her face, "...because my sister put me in a silver cage after I turned into a werewolf..."

The Hist began to quicken the progression of time without Sabine noticing, and with the time, an outpouring of emotion and pain flowed with the recount of her recent life to Meesei. Past Meesei looked on intently and nodded occasionally in understanding. The time quickened further to show more events in the future. The pack was more understanding and gave support to Sabine where it was needed. Sabine became more open for not fearing her memories so much. She could interact with the pack more socially. Most of all though, she was happy more of the time. There were more and more moments where she did not live in fear of her memories. Apart from the occasional nightmare or trigger, she could live in the pack normally. It was as if the change brought about by talking to Meesei outside of Vos had been given a head start and been more effecting.

The events flew by into months, accelerating exponentially. The voices of the Hist were reaching a crescendo. There were but a few images that Sabine spotted of the village they were in, before there was one last image of her looking into a goblet of Hist sap. Time dilated just enough for a shade of fear and burden to manifest physically and flow out from her eyes in a red cloud and into the sap. Sabine knew that the physical manifestation wasn't real, but its outcome was. The Hist drew out the last of her pain willingly, and her mind was finally vacant, to be filled with a blissful peace.

Then she opened her eyes. The sun was behind a cloud, but the light still hurt her eyes. She slowly sat up and realised by the tears down the sides of her head that she had cried in her sleep. Thorantilth and the Hist tree still stood before them. The last whispers of the Hist subsided. Sabine was back in reality. She slowly took a deeper breath than she ever thought possible, and released it just as slowly. About halfway through her exhale, she released the rest of her breath in one singular laugh, one that brought a widest grin to her face. That vacancy in her mind. The peace had remained. She was lost for words.