The gentle, lazy demeanour Lunise permeated through her every muscle and breath suggested a similar unwillingness to be anywhere else in the world. Her hair was in a tangle about her head and around her collarbone and she held an arm around Meesei's shoulder, supporting her resting head. Lunise's idle hand preened at individual red feathers on Meesei's head.

"I could not fathom you looking forward to it," Lunise answered breathily. A frown deepened on her face. "I would not, either. Are you not concerned that the servants of that Daedra will...try to take something from you? Or do something to you?" Lunise's eyes peered down at the top of Meesei's head.

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Sabine took a moment to sniff and wipe her eyes dry with the heel of her hand before answering. It seemed a strange question at first. Her pause in answering was more in searching for any tricks than any other uncertainty.

"I would think it is," Sabine said. "If I am even capable of putting on this act for long enough. Almost anything that increases our chances of winning would be worth it. Vile takes Mundus if we do not win." She took a long breath through her mouth again. "Perhaps you are right. I should not try to do everything when I know I cannot."

She swallowed and turned her head towards the fire. "I still want to try and put an end to the extended hate and suffering. I hated this war since it started. It has destroyed so many people. As it progressed, I destroyed some people as well." Her brow knitted again but she did not weep. "I want to stop that. I fear what I might lose if I cannot destroy anyone else. I fear what I will have to choose. I already know I will have to choose between being principled in keeping you alive and being welcome amongst a great many friends of mine. At least after the war, when your utility is spent in their eyes."