Sabine only gave the crate of silver an errant glance. After going back to her searching, she gave a quick, quiet comment. "Could be."

No matter how much they searched through, Sabine never quite stopped shivering. A keen eye saw that she was breathing shallowly.

Yerig's announcement turned Sabine's head. She stood upright to hear him. Perhaps in too much haste, she trotted over towards the tower doors. The smell hit her hard, making her slow down and pinch her nose. She held her breath. She was almost afraid to look inside. When she did, she spun and walked stiffly away several paces.

She stood, holding her breath and scrunching her eyes shut. After a cramp hit her stomach, she doubled over. Just one attempt to breathe and she gagged. She tried to resist again but it was too late. Bile-covered substances shot up her throat and pattered onto the mud. The vomiting only lasted as long as Sabine had volume in her stomach. Dry gagging followed for several minutes, delimited by her desperately trying to catch her breath and spitting.

Tears were dripping off her nose. She was oddly pitiful and vulnerable to look at in comparison to just a moment earlier when summoning forth the strongest frost magic likely seen in Tamriel for decades.

"I can...I can use..." Sabine paused as another dry gag constricted her abdomen. "Telekinesis...I can pull it out..." she said tiredly.