Nytala started to laugh, reaching out forward to place a hand onto one of Lunise's. "Of course you haven't been, why do you think I am proud? You have the determination to help your people, the wisdom to see their shortcomings, and the compassion to love them anyway. I do see the Dominion for what it can be, not what it is, and I am hopeful you will help make it so."

Nytala leaned back and let out a long breath, looking up at the stars in Artaeum's strange daytime sky. "Isolation is one of the prices we pay to be what we are. To follow the Old Ways. I cannot fault you for not knowing, or for being nervous. In all this time, from your perspective, I could have become anyone. You should understand, the Psijics are more than just mages or scholars with particular views on magic. This order was established because Altmer society was becoming...different from the Old Ways. Our ways are aptly named, as they are the ways of the Altmer as we were when we came from Aldmeris. Now, to the Altmer of Summerset, the 'Old Ways' is just a name. None remember the meaning behind it; the beliefs we once held. Modern Altmer society might judge your choices harshly, but it is not by their standards that I judge you. I see you through the lens of our people's ancestral ways...and as a mother. That is why I can only be proud."

After just a few moments' delay, Nytala straightened up her posture, then reached out a hand under her daughter's chin, lifting up her head and forcing their eyes to meet. "Now, I know the broad strokes, so why don't you take a finer brush to the canvas? Enough about politics or the fate of the world, I want to hear about [i]you[/i]. Are you happy? Have you finally started to make friends? And do you have any thoughts on when I am going to start being able to call myself a 'grandmother'?"