Meesei slowly stood, then walked on all fours the short distance over to Sabine. She put a large hand on her shoulder, speaking softly. "You are all I have ever wanted, Sabine. When I was your age, all I thought about was giving you my love and support. Now, well, my mate is an Altmer woman, so I do not think I shall be having any eggs. And I do not need them. You are everything I could have wanted in a daughter. You are my legacy in this world." 

Following her heartfelt response, Meesei gave another short chuckle. "And I did not wish to mention it before, but now that you have said it aloud...I am also glad to hear that you are open to giving me grandchildren. Perhaps that legacy might live on for quite a while? Both as my daughter, and my former apprentice. I did teach you everything I know about magic as well. All of the styles of learning, the approach to the arcane that was passed down to me by my father. Ancient spells and forms of magic, lost to most of the world, but preserved across hundreds, perhaps thousands of years of my village's Treeminders. Indeed, if I spent a month or two teaching you about the Hist and a few rituals to go along with it, then you could be fully qualified to be a Treeminder for an Argonian village. And that is not even speaking about the magical discoveries you and I have made since then. I have been making quite detailed notes on all that I learned in Apocrypha, as well as my more recent experiments. I keep them in that Dwemer bookshelf over there. Consider them to be yours."