Sabine looked at Do'rhajul when he turned away. She listened with interest. She afterwards gave a moment for Do'rhajul to stay laid back before calmly replying. "I will not let her hurt you until you have freed the souls of her lost clan. And all the others Vile has." She looked ahead with a hint of hope. "I will talk to her in the meantime. If she listens to why you did it, maybe she will not make your mistakes."

Cupping her hands under the water in front of her, Sabine splashed her face and her hair, finally rubbing off the dried, brown, pungent blood that clung to her. "I wish you could have met without the pain between you," she said. "You really do have much in common with Ri'vashi."

Sabine lifted her face. She would have to bathe more thoroughly to rid all of the blood but she was finally less of a horror to look at. Her lips thinned in sympathy. She asked a simple, almost naive question: "Would you like a hug, Rhajul?"