At least at first, Hal-Neesa matched Fendros' expression as she answered. "What, are you concerned for them? Do you suspect me to enslave or enthrall them when they fail me? Do you think that I slay them without thought when they are of no more use to me?" She asked, pausing briefly for a sip of tea as a grin crept across her face. "How many would say the same of a den of werewolves?" 

Neesa leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, now speaking more plainly and clearly. "No, the truth is that to earn a place in my court is to earn the right to leave. If someone decides that they no longer want to be in my service, then they may simply leave. No one will stop them, and many have done so through the centuries. If someone consistently fails me and is no longer of use to my court, then they [i]must[/i] leave, but unless they betrayed me in some way, then they are not harmed. As difficult as it may be for you to accept it, I do care about my own. The people who serve me have shown that spark of potential to become something...so much greater than most mortals can even conceive of. Something infinitely greater than even myself, at the moment. That potential is...beautiful, honestly. More beautiful than anything else I have seen in my lifetime. I may be an ancient being of near-divine power, but no god nor Daedra can even come close to that potential in every single mortal soul. [i]That[/i] is what is going to become of us."