Meesei's words made Sabine quiet. She was mollified for now, it appeared, though her mood was not going to turn immediately. She sighed and held Meesei for a while longer before stepping back and wiping her eyes. "I am sorry that I cried. I do not want to be a burden on Fendros and Ahnasha's wedding."

A silent frown blanked Calia's face when Ahnasha mentioned necromancy. It did not shift until she was done speaking, where merely two blinks marked the extra information about Meesei.

Calia's lips parted as she took a considered breath. "Ahnasha." All pretence of manners were replaced with a deathly serious monotone. "I can understand your wish to live longer. As one who has lived more Khajiit lifetimes than you, heed my warning that only the most dedicated and expert mages have succeeded at extending their lives without necromancy. If, for whatever reason, you chose necromancy before the end, know that your race shall not spare the shame it will bring to our family as well as yours. There have been Dunmer clans that dabble in such things. We are not one of them."

Calia paused to breath in deeply through her nose, almost as if trying to calm herself down. Her tone continued. "As for Meesei's title, if it is true, that simply compounds a more serious issue that you have revealed to me overall. Proximity to darker or ill-understood magic, association with the mortal agent of bickering deities, secret networks, lycanthropy. Forgive me for being so direct, Ahnasha, but you had best explain to me what measures you are taking to keep your son safe from all of this."