Sabine neither noticed Meesei's hand, nor for a moment had she opened her eyes from when she let the staff go. She had cringed to the point of curling her head forward and covering her face with her crossed wrists. She shivered on, just as paralysed as she was before. On certainty, she was not doing any persuading in her current state.

While Meesei had not seen Sabine in such a state of sustained panic in any peaceful setting, she remembered all too well the way Sabine used to isolate herself in her handmade cloak of hides as a child. In such times, it was not necessarily sympathy that brought her out, nor did scorn move her. It was simply a guiding hand that Sabine was pliable with, both in the metaphorical manner Meesei resolved to give Sabine just now and -- at times like this -- in a more literal sense.