Sabriel takes the chalice, not looking overlong at its dark contents, her fingers running along the rim. It was only right she do this as the youngest, and as the one to bring this forward, and yet... here, now, moments away from the most final of things, she feared this choice.

She did not believe in any higher power, and even if she did, it would do little. All she could do was believe in the man before her; that he could take the blood and come out alive.

Sabriel swallows the last of her nerves. "And that one day, we shall join you," she says, softly, moving closer to Felix. If he can take the cup to drink from, she will steady it with a hand over his; a quiet indication that he is not alone, no matter what happens.