Sabine flinched at Meesei's touch initially. As she lead Sabine to look at her and helped her to her feet, there was little resistance. However, Sabine's movements were careful and she kept her head down.

She took a step. And then another. Sabine suppressed a sob. Before moving forward further she held tightly onto Meesei's hand and wrist. She walked as if leading Meesei around the horde, but anyone could easily tell that Sabine was holding on for dear life.

"Th...There are furs here." She swallowed and nodded to the next crate. "S-silks...from the south." Another two, unsteady steps angled Meesei's magical light to reflect brightly from a crate of ingots. "Silver...M-m...mined in..." She couldn't remember the name of the insignia branded onto the treasure.

She almost sobbed again. A pleading look at the staff told Meesei where her thoughts remained. Though they had only just started.