Sabine hoped that the two most powerful enemies in the camp were not moving towards her. She had to fall back on hoping that they were not coming towards her because of her. It was difficult enough to read their motives in the dim light but multiple issues came into her mind. Even if they were wandering towards her by happen stance, she might accidentally make a sound or Do'rhajul might smell her.

Her breathing slowed to silence. The only sound to give Sabine away, if their hearing was supernaturally sharp, would be the hammering of her heart in her chest. She reassured her grip on the control rod, ready to awaken the spheres at a moment's notice.

But they had not noticed her yet, she believed.

Ahnasha was checking the tents already. If they were lucky, she would find the right one early.

The realisation that her escape would prove difficult while Do'rhajul and Arinette were right beneath her came only too late. As slowly and quietly as she could, Sabine fished in her pockets for a strong-smelling herb that could mask her scent, even if it would be an unusual scent in such a locale.