For the most part, Sabine was blank-faced. She slowly took a deep breath. Her shoulder twitched as she let it out. Drifting slowly, she turned and walked to a crate at the edge of the dragon's hoard. She sat down with her staff laid down beside her and looked at the scorched grass in Meesei's magical light.

She pondered silently. Meesei's words let her reflect. She cast her mind's eye back to the jagged memories of just a few days ago. Everything that happened from the cold night tied to the tree, the morning after, the entire day. A little hint of something else prodded her rapidly-panicking thoughts in the process. She remembered what the Hist made her do years ago. She could not hold this in, especially not to Meesei.

"I am..." Sabine opened her mouth to breath. She breathed rapidly, scared. She could not speak without tears springing from her eyes. "I am not okay, Meesei." She blinked rapidly as shudders overtook her upper body. She breathed in with a strain. "I am not okay. They did things." She broke down. "It hurt...It hurt..."