Sabine at least looked as though she was regarding Yerig's thoughts. Some part of her resisted or drowned out certain reasonings in her mind. It was dulling, in a way. She breathed in and looked across to Yerig.

"We will get the axe first," she said. "I can carry on. I have suffered worse before and survived."

Nevermind the fact that her previous recovery was assisted by a ritual with the Hist.