With his hands hanging limp from his knees and his head down, there was no disputing Rhazii knew the trouble he was in. Still, after a long pause, his answer was predictably nonchalant. He shrugged sharply, his shoulders went limp again. "I don't know," he mumbled.

He breathed in to continue and held. He let half of his breath go and breathed in again. Emotion brewed that he was holding back. "Maybe it's because mother was shot in front of me? Aunt Kaleeth nearly died, too? The rest of you were beaten up?"

Rhazii glowered at the floor.

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Sabine and Do'rhajul took the following hour or more simply to converse. They realised it was the first time they had done so outside of what felt like a crisis. Do'rhajul was suddenly solidified as a man like any other in Sabine's eyes and, though Sabine herself had an unconventional upbringing, the mystery behind her was pulled aside for the most part.

Sabine wished she had some wine to share over their conversation once the edge from the wine at the feast wore off. Instead, they rapidly found themselves mutually exhausted after such a stressful day and went their separate ways to sleep.

The talk with Ri'vashi still hung over Sabine's head. She was not looking forward to not only Ri'vashi and Ri'kalesh's reactions to her letting Do'rhajul go after the invasion, but many others that would also protest. Thankfully, the talk with Do'rhajul reaffirmed her decision. He was a man that was good enough for a second chance. A very different person than him would not deserve it.