Meesei could not help but to smile when Gallus gave his assessment of her. "You know, by this point, I believe I have a hard time separating that visage from myself. By necessity, I have to be strong, determined, and sometimes, cold. Sometimes harsh. The line between Meesei and the Champion of Hircine has been...growing thinner." She mused. 

Letting out a sigh, Meesei redirected her attention away from the window and back to Gallus. "But yes, to your question. I love Sabine just as I would my own flesh and blood. We are family in the truest sense of the word. Like most of my pack, it was through the influence of Hircine that she was brought to us. We found her alone in the forests of Cyrodiil. Alone, frightened, almost malnourished. She has been through great trauma in her life, though it is not my place to share that story. It is a tale that is personal to her, and that you would need to ask her about. It was...peculiar that Hircine would send a little girl to join my pack. I know Lorag thought at first that we must have made some mistake. But, I allowed her in without hesitation. There was just...something about her. I had seen those tragic tales before. Orphans, people whom had lost everything. But when I looked at Sabine, it was like...my heart cried out to her in pain. I wanted to help end the pain she was in, and, well, it has been years, but you can see where she is now. She has found love, and is generally happy."

After a moment to allow her emotions to die down, Meesei continued. "Well, if we are asking personal questions, I suppose I have a few things I could ask you. I certainly do see your father's teachings in you with how you have been dealing with these stresses of late, and the mission in general. However, while you are certainly no Sees-No-Colors, you do have your own reputation with women. I make no judgments upon your choices, but it strikes me as curious that you seem to embrace that while also being in a position of leadership. It does influence the perception that those beneath you have of you. I am curious to hear your opinion on that matter."

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When Tzirret asked about La'khay's own experience with love, she turned onto her back and looked straight up at the trees. "It has been years, and La'khay does not like speaking of it. She thought he was a nice man, but he was as vile as most of Senchal. He was the reason that La'khay can no longer have cubs of her own. He was the owner of a brothel. La'khay was a little younger than you, and he was...older. She met him while working at a tavern he liked to come to. He was so charming, and handsome, and he always complimented La'khay. One day he invited her to his room, and after that, we started seeing each other. It was a few months before he suggested that Lakhay come work in his brothel. She was nervous, but she trusted him. But...he made her go through this treatment from a healer of his. It made sure this one would never have children from her work. Then he started giving La'khay skooma, and started getting rough with her, out of bed. He punished this one if customers complained, or if her appearance wasn't right, or if he just got angry. He...started forcing her to mate, even if she didn't want to."

By this point, La'khay had tears in her eyes, though she was trying to avoid sobbing. "It did not take too long for him to abandon La'kay; to go find another mate. It also didn't take long after that for him to die. He just fell over one day at dinner. No one ever proved it, but this one thinks his new mate poisoned him. She was a good woman; she inherited his business, probably by forging his will. She helped us all get off of skooma, and made us feel glad to work for her."