Sabine sniffed loudly and raised her eyes. She forced her breathing until she could at least try to compose herself. Enough to speak, at any rate. "I will speak to Rhajul first," her roughened voice croaked.

Now that she was warmed up, fed, slaked, and at least partly calmed down, Sabine carefully took up the staff and stood to her feet. The cloak pulled up with her by the shoulders. She did not walk immediately. "Yerig. Thank you for saving Kaleeth-Rei's life."

Her steps were so light in approaching Do'Rhajul that Sabine made more noise with the cloak dragging over the ground. She did not make eye contact with Do'Rhajul at any point. She simply stood opposite where he knelt and knelt down in turn. She was still a head shorter than the massive Khajiit. The only things keeping her from being just as terrified as the ambush were the Staff of Magnus and the sheer sadness he radiated.

Sabine waited a few seconds to see if Do'Rhajul would speak first. She had things she wanted to talk about but they had disappeared from her mind out of nervousness.