Sabine's ear quirked when Lorag spoke again, but his words were not apparently calming. Sabine sat as she had been, softly whining, though at least she wasn't getting any worse now. Instead of responding with words, Sabine gathered up enough control in her mind to lift a hand and wrap her fingers slowly around Lorag's wrist. She held on tightly, not quite enough to hurt, but enough that Lorag could not walk away without dragging her along.

She tried her best from then on to claw back calm and control. It took several minutes of sitting still, holding Lorag's arm. After what felt like a long time, even if it was just seven or so minutes, Sabine began to transform back into a Breton in the same foetal position as she had been in. Her grip loosened, but she did not look up from her knees just yet.

A muffled voice squeaked from her. She tried hard not to sob, and failed a couple of times. "Could you get the others? I...I do not want to move. I am sorry."