The hug lasted for as long as it needed to. Sabine eventually settled down. Everyone got to release at least some tension regarding the situation. Although, no one could go as far as to say that they felt entirely better once they separated.

"I wish I knew, but they seemed to want us out of it," Fendros answered Ahnasha. He turned his head to the edge of the camp, "We could ask to join the foragers for more ingredients, but that won't necessarily be for Meesei." He sighed through his nose and turned to the still teary Sabine, "What do you think, Sabine?"

"I do not know, either," Sabine croaked while she wiped her eyes dry. "I do not know what Marcaille has made or how it exactly works. It might be similar to what Ariel made for Meesei when she was recovering from the spear wound. If that is it, there is nothing else to do to help."

"A ritual is a thought..." Janius spoke up with a careful tone in case his idea came off as unhelpful. "I don't suppose anyone here has something to sacrifice to Hircine?"