While Sabine could perform telekinesis just as well, she opted to carry a seat up to the fireplace next to Meesei. It was a habit she had from alchemy labs, where a careful hand was always the better option. She brought her feet up to sit cross-legged on the chair and smiled a little wider.

Sabine leaned back and answered Meesei's question with her eyes to the ceiling. "Well. Quite well. Being able to visit him while on missions helps a lot. He does not like that I can be away for long periods but he understands." Sabine giggled. "I feel the same way."

An outward breath made Sabine sink a little further into her seat.

"I am glad that I am with him," Sabine added. "Just now, he saw that I was uncomfortable. I told him what had happened. And I cried. I was not nervous to cry. I am a grown woman now, so I do not normally cry about these things. Not in front of others unless it is you, Ariel, or sometimes someone from the pack. But...he held me. He just held me and comforted me." Sabine returned Meesei's eye contact and shifted tone. "Karl is not a prodigy. He is good at Dwemer archaeology. But his occupation and skills are not why I like him. I like him because we can know each others feelings."

Sabine paused to look into the fire. Something wistful passed over her mind. She turned to Meesei again. "I think you would like him if you could speak with him more. Perhaps we can have a meal together some time."

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Rhazii struggled to his feet again. "Yes. I want to get better." He glanced up at Ahnasha, then to Ri'vashi, then looked to the ground. "Mother says...mother says I can help the pack fight if I am good enough to beat you, Ri'vashi."

Fendros put one hand on his hip and the other up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "There is more to it than that-"

"-There is not!" Rhazii raised his voice. "That's what you said, wasn't it? Well, I have to get better soon or else you might fight Do'Rhajul again!"

At that point, Fendros realised Rhazii's thoughts. He had to take a deep breath to stop himself from losing his patience. That Rhazii was making a scene in front of all these strangers was not helping.

The soldiers themselves were unsure what to make of the family drama in front of them. A few shuffled away to continue their own training now that the sparring was done. Others were looking at each other nervously.