Marcaille continued examining Meesei for a short while longer until she finally found a place to target her magic within Meesei's heart. Naturally, working on a beating heart was a delicate procedure, so extracting the silver she could find was painfully slow. Regardless, she could keep up the conversation, with a few pauses to focus on her healing. "Yes, there is a great deal of ancient magic that has been lost in Tamriel. You should know that, considering your Alpha. Your ritual earlier today, Champion, was not like any I have witnessed before. I almost wish I could have been there to see it. Of course, many of those in my coven just made themselves into vampires. When it comes to life extension, I think that's just cheating. The old magics may not be pleasant, but at least you have to earn it."

Marcaille took interest when Fendros started to question Sabine about her upbringing, and she mentioned her coven. She was not using her sight to heal Meesei, so she looked to Sabine curiously. "Oh, so you were raised a witch as well? It has been quite a while since I have come across another woman of the wilds. Which coven did you belong to? The Beldama, Wroth, Kykos, Glenmoril like myself? Some covens have always been more in touch with the old ways than others."