On Do'rhajul's way back to shore, Sabine splashed more blood out of her hair. It threw forth a thin scent that she picked up and found cause to pause. She looked at her hand, running red in its crevices, and went still. She felt a sudden pain in her body that just as quickly receded when Do'rhajul spoke up.

Sabine looked back blankly and gave Do'rhajul a slow nod only. Not even minding the wood of her staff, she ended her water walking spell and threw herself under the water to loosen the rest of the blood as quickly as possible. It would be easy enough to dry her belongings with magic.

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Sabine wished the dragon roars were the only things that woke her up during the night. Even in the cool night breeze that sighed over the island, she found herself staring up at the stars in a freezing cold sweat more often than not. She was not having bad dreams -- her heart and mind merely refused to slow down. She was afraid of nothing that was present. Arinette and her other tormentors were far away and detained. And yet, she felt afraid.

The only thing that allowed her some measure of calm was clutching the Staff of Magnus close to herself. She kept reminding herself that its power could stop any danger to herself. She reminded herself over and again until she drifted off to sleep.

Despite her sleep remaining as disturbed, if not more so than the last few days, Sabine woke up focussed enough to get ready with Yerig and Do'rhajul. Her taciturn demeanour had not changed, save for the lack of dried blood influencing her appearance. Nevertheless, she provided each of her companions with two potions that she had made the night before. One, she explained, was if the dragon breathed frost and the other was if the dragon breathed fire. Either should be taken if they had to defend themselves. There was not a great variety of local ingredients to be had but she found enough to fortify their agilities and help to resist the dragon's breath for a few minutes.

As for Yerig's question, Sabine lifted her brow in mild surprise and regarded him. "Reason with it?" She shrank slightly. "Oh, you are joking," she assumed. "I think we should ambush it only if the site is favourable. Places to hide from its breath, stones and such. And if we can force it to the ground quickly. Otherwise, sneak. So be it if we must fight it regardless."