Meesei's attempt to steer to another subject did not stop Lunise from looking into her eyes sympathetically. "I am sorry that happened to you," she said. "That your pack helped you after such a time and experience...they must truly be loyal and loving. You are lucky to have them."

Lunise stood up from her chair and stepped to face Meesei. She wrapped her arms around Meesei's neck and shoulders and held her head tenderly against the base of her chest. Meesei could hear her calm heartbeat. "You have suffered more than anyone could be expected to, let alone one Argonian from a tribe in Black Marsh. I say you deserve any benefit you gained from that realm, and then better, for what it did."

While still gentle, Lunise's tone shifted to partly cynical. "As for the Psijics, from what mother told me, they merely see the world through a different model. While useful, it can be rather dogmatic. It is one of the reasons I preferred not to join her."