While Peiter's uncertainty was understandable, Sabine answered him in a voice that made it sound like the solution was trivial. "Then just go in treating him as an equal. If he does not want your help, I am sure he'll say so."

Sabine felt as though they were spending too much time analysing. She looked impatient as she peered through the doorway again. "Come," Sabine whispered to Peiter, gently tugging on his hand as she walked into the room carefully.

Tzirret did not seem to respond, crying as he was.

"Tzirret?" Sabine asked softly.

"What?!" Tzirret blurted into his hands accusingly.

Sabine hesitated, but continued. "I am sorry if I treated you as if you were too young to be capable. We...just saw you running in rashly into a very dangerous situation for anyone. We needed to tell you."

There was no response from Tzirret except more quiet crying.

Sabine turned to Peiter worriedly. It didn't appear as though Tzirret was angry enough at them to tell them to leave, at least.