Meesei shook her head slowly. "No. Perhaps more than others, but not most of the time. As I said, it becomes...inconvenient. Dexterity can only make up for these hands to a certain degree when it comes to holding small objects. It becomes tiring to have to crouch through most doorways, and chairs, well, there is no point in trying. But if I lived in a world that was made for this body? I might never be an Argonian again." 

Meesei made a sound that was a bit more recognizable as a laugh. "I suppose it is fortunate, then, that the pain of transformation hardly bothers me anymore. It never stops hurting, but it eventually becomes...forgettable, almost. It makes it easier for me to transform at will. Most lycans can only do so once roughly every day, depending on their strength and energy. I have no such limits." She explained, saying no more before initiating her own transformation. Meesei did not know if Marod had seen many lycan transformations up close, but it could be a disturbing sight for those not accustomed to it. The sounds of breaking and reforming bones by themselves were somewhat grotesque. Regardless, if Marod and Lunise were to stay for any length of time, it would be something they would not be able to avoid. For Meesei, at least, she showed not a single sign of any of the pain she described. She did not even have trouble remaining standing for the process. Despite losing significant stature, she retained her confident posture in her Argonian form. Meesei's unclothed form was a sight that Lunise was more than accustomed to, though naturally, she could not let on to that fact. For Marod, it would be yet another novel experience. For their more formal encounters outside the clans, she tended to wear dresses and other garments that did not display her physique.

"I showed you around some of the more interesting parts of the city when you first came here, but if you are staying here, then there is some more mundane knowledge you should have. Meal times, locations, how we allocate resources. And of course, the location of your quarters." Meesei mentioned. 

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Ri'vashi sat herself up straight in her chair, cultivating a posture that could not be seen as anything except professional. She took care not to show any signs of anger, or any other real emotion. Although Sabine had not specified her business, Ri'vashi was under no other pretenses of what she could be referring to. There was only one real topic worth discussing right now that was not mundane small talk. "We have already spoke of this, Sabine. Ri'vashi spoke her words, you spoke yours. We deliberated, and the council came to a decision. Ri'vashi respects the council. What more is there to speak about?"