Being that Sabine often had a number of alchemical implements to pack up, her being even near the first ready to go was a phenomenon that only began after Rhazii and Kaj-Julan were old enough to cause their parents trouble in morning departures. Of course, that did not excuse Lorag, though his style was military timing. He was not late and he was not early.

This time, Sabine was early. She carried her usual light load of baggage over her shoulders towards Meesei at the clanhome entrance. It was nice to dress up every now and then, but she would readily admit that the simple clothing and furs she wore on the road were preferable to the dress she wore in the city. Despite the comfort, she seemed tense when she slowed to a stop. "Good morning, Meesei," she said quietly.

A silent moment passed where she looked back into the entrance. She thought that she was perhaps too early. It gave plenty of time for her discomfort to show through in her body language. Some time had passed since the interrogations, but she wasn't sure whether to dwell on it.