Sabine was quiet in her collecting of ingredients. She had no doubt that Rhajul could hear her rustling in the undergrowth over the lapping of the waves, but she did not wish to disturb him. She found a handful of grasses and some sea shells that brought her closer, however. With it, she kept giving the back of Rhajul's head curious looks.

The dragon's roar made Sabine jolt her head to look inland. She knew just the silhouette to look for in the dim light, thanks to her time in Skyrim and the bones by the silent city. After a time, there remained nothing to be seen. She exhaled from her nose and returned her mind to Do'rhajul.

Even the distraction of gathering reagents wasn't keeping her mind from it. Sabine looked upon Rhajul and could only imagine he was ruminating in a poor manner. He was pitiful. She could not stand while he put himself in such pain.

Sabine put the reagents and her less water resistant belongings aside before approaching the waves. She stopped and looked at her wooden staff. The answer came to her in a spell that made a wavy glow from her bare feet. She stepped over the next wave and carefully walked on the surface of the water to Do'rhajul's side.

She sat down, letting the water gently rise and fall under her without letting a drop touch her. She laid the staff across her lap and looked out similarly to Rhajul for roughly a minute to let him grow used to her presence. It gave her enough time to think of what to say.

"What are you thinking about?" Sabine asked. "It must be complex. You have been thinking for a long time."