"Not everyone there was a Breton," Sabine said. By the curtness her tone, she neither wanted to shed more light on her old coven's nature, nor really wanted to talk at all.

Upon seeing Ahnasha's demeanour and hearing Sabine, Fendros decided to quiet himself for now. He hadn't even noticed Meesei slipping into a sort of meditation. That brought the reality of the situation right back to his mind.

Sabine's magic had shifted from scanning Meesei's body to trying to do something about the traces of silver in her blood. There was a worried crease to her brow. "Meesei, Marcaille." Sabine spoke with difficulty, trying and failing to hide her own fear. "My sister once made a potion that could spread silver around the blood instead of allowing it to settle in organs. I could make that potion, I would just need the ingredients and an hour."

Sabine deliberately didn't ask whether the potion would help, even if someone would answer anyway.