Sabine gave each of Tola and Saras an acknowledging nod. From her humble demeanour, she likely felt it inappropriate or strange hold a debt from the council. Ri'vashi, on the other hand, Sabine lifted her head to fully and spoke in response.

"I do, Ri'vashi." Sabine was nervous but she knew what to say. She nodded. "I know it is not the same but Rhajul wronged me as well. Before he captured me. He almost killed Meesei, personally. His men killed a friend I had made from the pride of werelions we saved from the Senchal clan. And, you are right, he was complicit in my torture. He was complicit in many things." She slowly took in a shaky breath. "I am not forgiving him for any of that. I do not think I should forgive him for any crimes he committed. But he is not like Arinette, who did it because she enjoyed seeing suffering. Rhajul did what he did under false pretences, believing he was protecting Tamriel. He has been shown the error of his ways and..." Sabine glanced over at Do'rhajul. "...it has crushed him. Everything he gave up was for lies. Everyone he killed or captured was for lies. And he now knows it without any doubt."

Sabine lowered one hand from her staff. She took on a more confident posture. "His soul is Vile's as well now, Ri'vashi. Just like all of your clan. I do not know what you want for him, but I know what I want. I want all of Vile's stolen souls released. Rhajul's soul and every lost soul from the Orcrest clan and every other lost soul from this war. Even all of Vile's stolen souls if we can. And I think that if Rhajul helps us do that...If he gives his life to that...then any other treatment of him will be a lesser justice for the Orcrest clan."

Oswall furrowed his brow but he waited. Sabine's story had given him some patience.

Vera leaned back in her seat and sighed through her nose, thinking.

Darahil, in his usual cross-armed, board-straight posture was stoic as ever. He merely slowly blinked, opening his eyes in Ri'vashi's direction to hear her response. Though his look had a knowing glint to it.

Do'rhajul's crimes were great. None in the room could deny it. But they all knew Sabine in one capacity or another. To see someone they knew suffer such a horrible experience at Do'rhajul's vigil and come out trusting him -- let alone implying they should let him help with the expected terminus of Hircine's war with Vile -- started a melee in their minds that would not settle easily. For those more emotionally charged, however, outrage was sure to brew in the confusion, righteous or not.