Sabine did not hesitate to withdraw a potion skin from her bag to hand to Meesei. She peered over to Teroiah with an odd sympathy in her eyes, but she could think of nothing appropriate to say or do.

"I shall accept your appearance on this coming Sundas morning, then," Siloune responded. "You shall be under a similar guard to always, so your guests are, as usual, to be on their best behaviour."

In a flash, Siloune flicked her dark eyes to the battlemages and barked an order. "Guard! Stand to attention!"

All the Altmer battlemages stood in a short clatter of synchronised footsteps.

"Base of the stairs! [i]Form line![/i]" Siloune ordered.

The armoured high elves wordlessly and hastily took up position in a single line facing Siloune, their backs all straight as rods. The quick movements were so seamless that only sharp eyes could notice the still mortified Teroiah joining the far end of the line as well.

Just as easily, Siloune took on her usual jaded yet elegant voice to look up at the seating where Meesei stood. "You may depart, Champion. Until our next appointment."

The show was likely just a reminder of Thalmor military discipline. However, Meesei saw enough clan militia training to know that an officer lining up soldiers could be for any number of reasons. Especially if they needed a talking to.