Sabine may have been Meesei's peer in magical skill, but what she described was hard for Sabine to fully fathom. Teaching something with an apparently animal intelligence something as abstract as magic sounded impossible.

She had to stare with her mouth half-open to even think about what Meesei had in mind. "Um," Sabine breathed an uneasy laugh. "What is it that you want to do?"

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Fendros locked his eyes sternly at Ri'vashi's face and spoke over her last word. "I know, Ri'vashi. We have been fighting this war, too." It wasn't the first time Fendros had to speak so seriously to someone who loomed over him, though until now it was just transformed lycans. Not a military commander or a peer. "Do'rhajul will answer for his crimes in the end. I am not suggesting that he won't. But you know the stakes, you know what we know about Vile's plans. If it comes down to the choice of winning this war with vital information or killing Do'rhajul in righteous wrath, you know what our dead kin would prefer. It may not come down to that but you have to accept the possibility."