She knows what to expect, and though she pulls the chalice away, Sabriel doesn't move from his side, even at the first spasm. When he falls back, she fears the worst - but her sense of death doesn't alight. There's no death here today, but life, as Felix inhales, exhales.

"He made it," she says, turning back to Alistair and Kaidan.

She lets out a soft sigh of- not relief, exactly, but to dispel the built up anticipation. He was alive. That was enough.