It had seemed natural, almost mundane for the former king's witch to make the journey to Cambria to help out. Descriptions were a little bit sketchy, but there seemed to be some sort of an epidemic going on. Sabine had brought with her every book that she had relating to illnesses, and as many herbs and potions as she could. It was a journey that she hadn't made alone, a number of other witches would be arriving to try and help out. After all, on all accounts, it wasn't just the Cambrians who were ill, a few of their own had fallen sick as well.

As soon as she'd arrived, she'd realized that the situation was a bit more complicated than a nasty case of the flu.

Naturally Sabine bowed to the wills both of the Nevermere officials and Cambrians, especially when it came to the quarantine and isolating the sick. She would make the effort not to return home, and keep contact with those not affected to a strict minimum. As she had travelled around, visiting the ill and doing what she could to help and comfort them. It was something that was occupying the entirety of her day. There seemed to be more and more of them, every hour there were others arriving or that they were learning about. Still, the witch made her way from bedside to bedside, administering different "cures" in the hopes that something would work out better and be effective.

Her head was aching now. No doubt a result of the strain.