"Hmm, I suppose I should be glad for any progress we can make at this point." Meesei commented before being handed the letter by Marod. She looked at it for only a moment before flipping it over in her hand and dragging a single claw across the seal. The fact that she was receiving a personally addressed letter from the highest echelons of the Imperial government did not seem to affect her to much of a degree. She also did not mind reading it in front of the others, though she would have to finish the letter to know if it was something she would be free to share, or if it was something to keep close to her chest. Certainly, no one was going to be reading it over her shoulder. 

Ri'kalesh's harsh gaze was likely doing little to calm Sabine's nerves, and it did not seem like anything she said so far was going to make it subside. He had his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on hers. With a Khajiit's features, particularly their teeth, they had an easy time appearing to be angry or intimidating, even when not intending to be. At this point, Sabine could only guess if he was doing so on purpose. "Ri'kalesh would hope you remember. If you did not, he would question any friendship you claim to have with us. Now, Ri'kalesh would prefer you stop reminding him of the pain of his past, and start talking about Do'rhajul in the present. You have this one's full attention."