Lunise looked up to meet Meesei's gaze and then closed her eyes. Her shoulders lowered. "You misunderstand me. How should I word this?"

Looking out at the flowers again, Lunise clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes. She breathed in abruptly. "The time I have spent with you, Meesei, have been amongst the happiest moments I can remember. But, even if we were both immortal, people change. We may not have changed yet, however I have lived long enough to see all manner of things come and go." Lunise's eyes shifted as if staring into space. "So...my questions, more directly, are these: How long do you want to be together? And how long do you expect we could be together? I will not hear some romantic oath built on nothing but words and hope. I want you to be honest to what you see in the world."

As hard as Lunise was to read, she still held on firmly to Meesei's hand.

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Darahil cut through the uncertainty in the air. "Marcaille?" He asked in a clear voice. "I can only refer to your expertise for not knowing surely of anyone else in this room. So, by your estimation, how long would we require to assemble a sufficient reinforcement of chaurus thralls for this mission? Let's say a dozen, for now? I can at least guess at the possible progress on enchanting Dwemer automata in that time."