Meesei simply chuckled. "You are quite punctual, Sabine, do not worry." She responded. After finally releasing her grip on Sabine, she walked over to her fireplace and knelt down next to it to ignite the firewood she had prepared. The air was already comfortably warm within the city, as a result of the Dwemer machinery in the walls, but Meesei still enjoyed some extra warmth from time to time. After the fire was lit, and without as much as needing to look at what she was doing, Meesei telekinetically pulled one of her chairs across the floor so she could take a seat in front of the flames. 

Even with her scars being in much the same state as they had been in the infirmary, Meesei appeared remarkably different now that they were in the comfort of her own quarters. She did not sustain the poise and presence that she had to maintain at most other times. She had not dressed since transforming, so she did not have her usual enchanted adornments, bone necklaces, and the like which gave her the air of an experienced hunter. She did not sit up straight and stiff to show her strong composure, but rather, she was laying back lazily in the chair with her arms behind her head, and her legs stretched out as close to the flames as was safe. Closing her eyes, she smiled and slowly wiggled her toes as she enjoyed the warmth of the fire against her sore feet. After a few seconds, she moved one of her hands down and gently traced a claw across one of the lightning scars that cut diagonally across her stomach. It was a temporary mark, fortunately, but quite prominent, and actually not altogether hideous. It was the kind of scar that she would imagine some warriors would actually like to have, were they not temporary even for non-lycans. She did not have a hint of mystique or prestige about her, but instead just appeared to be a wounded Argonian. She was not a symbol of strength, but a tired woman, showing a few early signs of aging. Her scales did not have quite the vibrant colors they once had, which was more apparent in this lighting. 

Meesei slowly turned her head so that she could look at Sabine. "So, how has your relationship with Karl been? I have rarely had the opportunity to meet or speak with him, unfortunately."

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"No, your father is probably right." Ri'vashi said as she stepped up to the pair, holding her wooden sword down at her side. "Ri'vashi thinks the point has been proven. You have made promising progress this last year or two, young one, but it is still just that: progress. You are still years from reaching your destination. Wanting to train is admirable, but destroying your body in the process is...counterproductive." 

Ri'vashi glanced to Fendros. "Rhazii did not tell this one everything, but she gathered that he wanted to help your pack directly, correct?"