Lunise opened and closed her mouth a few times. Her mind clutched at straws that were slipping away from her fingers. "It is still a risk to be in their company," she said unsurely. "Here, or places where we visit together, we are spotted as a couple that could be mistaken for us." 

She let out her breath and paused, taking a long blink. Her hand went to her chest and she looked pleadingly at Meesei. "It it were me, you, two Khajiit, a Dunmer, another two Argonians, an Orc, and an Imperial all together travelling in one place. That is your pack. That is undeniable. Your pack may keep secrets, but all it takes is a single misstep."

Lunise stood up from the bed and walked over to her dresser. With one hand, she leaned on its edge to face the mirror on the wall above it. With the other, she ran her fingers down her face, being careful not to smudge the make-up that she always wore during the day. "This is so, so tenuous, Meesei. You know it as well as I do. Yet, it stands that I am the one with the most to lose. I find it rash. Too rash to consider."