Lunise's face did not change, but her throat swiftly closed up. She took a moment to bring her hands together on her lap and clasp them tightly enough to respond.

"So you do know," she began. Her chest rose and fell with a quick recentering breath. "Very well. Meesei?" Lunise turned her head around and beckoned Meesei forward. When Meesei approached, Lunise shifted over on the bench to make room. "Mother, I am sure you are familiar with Meesei by now. She is a creative mage, the champion of Hircine, and..." She gently took Meesei's hand. "We have been...partnered for several years now." She could not quite maintain eye contact. "Meesei, my mother Nytala."