It wasn't since the coven, it was since she had been in her pack. Sabine shook her head, but that did not interrupt Colours' words.

After Colours' reassurances, Sabine looked at her drink again. She stopped and blinked slowly. "We will stay in the inn?" Sabine said, looking to Colours. "Your honour is not very strong Colours, but..." She reached and took her ale mug, still half-full. "Maybe just one extra drink."

She knocked Colours' wine cup with her mug and spread an unsure smile. She swigged down the rest of her ale to catch up.

The pastry was still a concern, one that Sabine stared at once more. She pointed to it and looked at Colours. "What about that? Are you going to eat that tonight?"