"Again, I fear that you are correct," Fendros conceded. "But...hmph..." He smiled and looked over at Sabine and her staff, then leant in to the Dunmer leader. "You heard what she said about anyone who wants to 'deal' with Do'rhajul." Fendros pointed a thumb in Sabine's direction. "Are you going to challenge her?" He asked jokingly.

Sabine listened with a tumult being tossed around in her mind. She was blank, lips slightly parted, staring Geran down in disbelief. Her mind went to the time Sabine spent watching Meesei decline as she became absorbed in her black book. The devotion Sabine spent in supporting Meesei, arguing with her, feeling hopeless, being [i]struck[/i] by her. Meesei did what she did to end the war for all their sakes. She loved Sabine like a daughter. Sabine did what she did because she loved Meesei like a mother. That bond drew Meesei out of her addiction in the end.

But even with that entire unpleasant experience relived in just a few moments, Sabine's composure was brought further down by Geran bringing up Sabine's more recent experiences. The intense, prolonged pain. The terrifying rage she felt. Her beast spirit cowering within her.

She did not care that Meesei mentioned she would have done exactly as Geran suggested. Geran was making far too many assumptions. Sabine had to slowly place her wine cup down just to weather the indignant anger she felt.

"Objectively..." Sabine repeated. She breathed in deeply through her nose as her jaw unclenched. "Okay..." Her shoulders went back and she stood up straight. She had to look at Geran for another long moment just to compose a response that was not screaming in his face. "Geran," she resumed with a quiet gravity. "I think you have grievances with Meesei that you have not spoken to her about. Have you tried?"