Sabine swallowed and nodded at Do'rhajul's words. She tried to find a moment to speak between the cramps in her stomach. "Okay...you are right..."

She remained looking at the new yellow puddle on the ground and tried not to notice its smell. She had to concentrate just to breathe evenly. She half-turned her head to Yerig when he stilled her hand. "I just..." Sabine had trouble wording her thoughts with all that was going on. She sniffed. "I think...I am ready to go home now." Sabine said slowly. "I want to go home." She stopped for a long pause, holding back her built-up tension. She paused as if thinking what else to say. She did not think of anything else. "I want to go home."

Do'rhajul's emergence drew Sabine's attention enough to make her stand upright again. She approached Do'rhajul and looked closely at the axe with her exhausted eyes. She reached her hand out to grasp the top of the axe lightly and closed her eyes. Small magic from her fingers explored the magic in the axe. The way it was made, what it was made from, its durability, and its purpose.

She opened her eyes to Do'rhajul. "This is the Rueful Axe. This is what we need." Sabine swallowed again and stepped back. She spoke almost in a monotone for how physically and emotionally drained she was. "I can make a portal home now. My pack will be worried. This is your last chance to decide, both of you, so what do you want to do?"