"No, no, it's just..." Ma'tanza began quickly, though she too was having a difficult time finding the right words. "Ma'tanza likes you, Tzirret, she does. But...love is a very big thing to her. It is something you're supposed to build over months, or years. It's supposed to be something you're so certain of that it would seem insane to question it. Ma'tanza, she likes you, but she doesn't know if she feels that...strongly about you. Please, don't be upset, this one still really likes you, she just...is so unsure."

Ma'tanza lowered her head, then walked up alongside Tzirret just as he turned away. She placed her hand lightly on his shoulder, then turned him back towards her. "Maybe...maybe love isn't quite the same where you're from. Maybe it isn't as strong as Ma'tanza sees it. You weren't [i]completely[/i] wrong with your judgement of Ma'tanza. You're not like other boys; you're so nice and...interesting. She can't say she loves you, but there is...something."

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Meesei nodded. "I can give you a minute or two to allow you to recharge somewhat, but the point of this exercise is to use my spells to sustain your ward. For obvious reasons, it is a skill that can save your life."

Just as she said, Meesei allowed Sabine a few minutes to rest, but she did not intend to allow her to regenerate too much of her magicka. She allowed her only enough time to be able to create a simple ward before she once again readies a restoration spell in her hand. "Remember your lessons. The magicka in my spell is no different from the magicka in yours, so once it hits your ward, it is yours to manipulate. You need to be quick, but you can redirect the burst of energy back into yourself. Now, let us try again."