For someone with tact like a battering ram, Sabine is also particularly sharp eyed, notice gravitating on a delay to check if the big elf is bleeding after all. This inspires only a quick glance up at his profile by the time he rounds on Gwenaëlle. Either Sabine didn't bite as hard as she felt in her jaw, or this is more rifter nonsense afoot.

But the little lady is twisting on the end of his grip, and Sabine shows teeth in-- a smile? Probably a smile.

"When she takes that tone," she volunteers, suddenly helpful, "there's no talking her."