Meesei looked down at Lunise's hand, obviously having difficulty with her response. There was a long breath filling the pause before she finally spoke. "That is no easy question to answer. I can say to start that I can give no guarantees to my safety in the more immediate future. Facing down Vile shall be no easy task, and I have to be honest to say that I may not survive. As much as it pains me to say it, there may be a day when I do not return. But, your work is dangerous as well, and the same is true for you. That is something we both knew going into this, and is just a fact of our type of work."

"But, beyond the danger..." Meesei continued, "...I am a forty-four year old Argonian woman, and am in quite good shape for my age. Argonians have what I would say are decent lifespans. Much less than an Elf, but our bodies are resilient. And being a lycan would further enhance my lifespan, keeping me free of disease well into old age. In all our time together, I have not seen one reason to make me want to part with you. I, well, I love you Lunise. And I wish to be with you for as long as you would have me. And...that [i]could[/i] be longer than just one Argonian lifespan. Life extension is not trivial magic, but I am no trivial mage. If I have the time to hunt for them, grand souls are not much of a barrier for me."



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"Just a dozen?" Marcaille responded. "Well, if I can get as much help as I think I can get, then that would take no more than a day. If that long. More powerful, more well-made thralls would take longer, but that is not what we need in this case. It does not matter if they fall apart in a month, we need them only for one battle. So...I'm willing to wager the thralls can be done much sooner than the machines."