Vilana's assessment was understandable to Uthri. She looked up, nodded, and pulled a deep, conceding frown, "That's fair. Doesn't mean you can't try." Uthri angled her head and looked at Vilana, "Are you afraid of her?"

"Not touching you," Sabine raised her open palms to Peiter, her wide smile suppressing laughter. "It is real, you can trust me." Sabine poked her head forward and spoke in a jokingly jerky and scathing tone, "If you don't, you can just wait for the illusion to wear off." Sabine extended a finger and poked Peiter on the cheek with her last word. She then brought her head back again and grinned, returning to a casual tone, "If you are out of breath and you drink it, it will work."

Sabine wondered in that moment how she would even create an illusion like Peiter described, let alone maintain it. She was not the greatest illusionist in Tamriel by a wide margin.