Rhazii had not been given an in-depth education on arcane topics of old gods, but his reaction said he knew enough. He was at a loss for words. Especially when his commander joined them.

Contrary to the Bosmer commander's amazement, Sabine's anxiety was not alleviated by the praise. The memories of her time in captivity were not something she wanted in her head. She deliberately breathed deeply and scratched at the middle of her palms to get the tingle out of them.

"I did not..." Sabine stumbled over her words. "It is not all like that. It is complex. Do'rhajul is not dead. I..." She lifted her head to the Bosmer. Her mouth closed. She looked at the staff in Meesei's hand. "Meesei, may I...? No. No, do not worry. I am..."

Rhazii's ear quirked down in confusion and worry. He was unsure where Sabine was even going with her words.

Sabine finally spoke with some degree of confidence. "Announcement. There will be an announcement soon. Tomorrow-...or the day after." She shook her head. "It will be clearer later."

"Are you okay, aunt?" Rhazii asked in a low voice.

Sabine curled her lips and nodded vigorously.