Do'rhajul did not seem to know how to react to being essentially ignored by Sabine. He ended up sitting in silence for a while, then left his weapon and shield somewhat close to the campfire while Sabine was searching their belongings. Beyond that, the camp was still and silent for quite a while. It took time for Yerig to recover enough to even stand up, and Do'rhajul looked almost lost. For the most part, the Cathay-raht just ended up sitting on his knees with his head down, as if he were meditating. 

Eventually, Yerig had managed to get up to his feet. His breathing was shaky, but otherwise, he seemed to be in decent health. At his age, it would be wise for him to continue visiting healers to make sure there were no unforeseen complications, if that became an option for him. But, for the moment, he was far more concerned about the lycan for whom he had risked supporting. Do'rhajul still seemed to be wary about getting close to her, but Yerig looked a bit more confident as he approached her. Though, even he stopped just across the campfire from  her. 

"Are you, uh, okay, girl? I know what happened; I know what...they did. Are you in decent health? Could you heal yourself with that thing?" Yerig asked.