Yerig listened on attentively through Sabine's explanation, allowing her to get everything off of her chest that she felt she needed to say. The situation was making more and more sense to him. Sabine had not been acting exceptionally confident, but he could not be sure how much of her behavior was a direct result of the torture she had been through, or if there was something even deeper to it. 

"You know, I don't see how you could think that about yourself, after everything you did. You were able to do what your whole team, or uh, pack, couldn't do together. Sure, you had me and Rhajul to help, but it's not like we did anything. Maybe you'd just say it was the staff, but even before that, back when we ambushed you the first time, you nearly killed Rhajul all by yourself. So I'd still say my description of you is fair. If you weren't as merciful as you are, I'd be outright terrified of you." Yerig said encouragingly. "You, of all people, shouldn't be beating yourself up over what happened. Your friend could have slit my throat in my sleep. She was right there at my tent. But after hearing what your plan really was, I just see that you took huge risk to try and do something good. I know I'd be dead if you hadn't, one way or another. I don't think anyone could blame you that it didn't go exactly to plan."