Sabine glanced between Meesei and her hand while she heard Meesei's explanation. Once complete, Sabine nodded and stopped to think about it more thoroughly. At first, the analogy seemed strange. Not for the fact that Sabine didn't have much experience smoothing mud, but how exactly she could 'shape' her magic in such a way as to stabilise her pain. She took Meesei's advice to observe a pain free part of her body first and hovered her free hand over her knee, with magic glowing to discern it. With that and some more cursory analysis of her cuts, she blinked a few times, then formulated a sort of 'shape' of magic in her mind that might work. She had to concentrate incredibly hard to maintain it, but her next attempt to calm the pain was far more generally successful. It wasn't perfect, however. She continue tweaking and concentrating for a few minutes.

Right before Sabine thought she had her technique all but sorted, she attempted to numb her pain just once more. She concentrated on the perfect shape after knowing her hand more intricately than she ever had before. It was then a small whine started to emanate from Rhazii. Sabine shut her eyes, trying to keep the shape consistent. It was numbing her pain. Rhazii's cry intensified. Sabine scrunched her eyes shut, desperately trying to hold out. Sabine's mouth tightened as the noise didn't stop. As hard as she tried, the shape was lost and she sighed in further frustration.

Opening her eyes did reveal Rhazii's tense face sounding a strained wail in Meesei's arms, but Sabine couldn't stay mad. It was surprising that Rhazii had remained quiet for so long, all things considered.

"His cloth is soiled," Sabine pointed out. The smell confirmed her words. "I almost had it. I almost had the shape," Sabine said, looking at the ground with a disappointed face.