Sabine turned her head to look at Do'Rhajul's surrender. Her eyes flicked between the weapons and his face for several lost moments. She was shivering. After a while, her eyes and mouth narrowed as if about to resume crying, but she stiffened and swallowed it back.

There was not a word from Sabine. She broke eye contact and walked away. She shuffled herself over to the enemy's camp. Without regarding Do'Rhajul or Yerig, she rifled through the team's belongings with one end of her staff until she found something. A large fur-lined cloak. All the warm clothing was packed together, but the cloak she pulled out had not been worn by any of those that tortured her. She wrapped the cloak tightly around herself with both hands and continued shuffling around. She quickly located a skin of water and some preserved meats. Her next destination was the campfire, where she sat herself down.

Sabine stared into the fire with wide eyes. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, though the cloak covered everything below her neck. One of her hands beneath the cloak fed her tiny bites of food at a time.

It wasn't until she stopped shivering that she began listening to Do'Rhajul and Yerig again.