Sabine glanced in realisation, closed her eyes, and almost smiled into a frustrated huff. She knew of traditional modesty but she had assumed Do'rhajul would have attained it by being half-submerged in the water. She did not press the issue.

"I am happy hear you say that," Sabine responded. "I think it suits you better to do something. Not just give up." Sabine lifted herself with her hands to face herself away from Do'rhajul. "I want to bathe now. You can go. But, before that..." Sabine looked over her shoulder. "Tomorrow morning, if you feel tense, please thank Yerig. And hug him. He cares about you as a friend. You should not suffer alone."

Sabine then turned away again to give Do'rhajul a moment of privacy to walk away.