Lunise gave Nytala a confused look when she paused to check their surroundings. She did not reach the point of protesting by the time Nytala continued, thankfully putting the extra detail in to bring sense to her statement. Unfortunately, it only converted it from impossible to unlikely.

"Mother, there are a few things I must make clear." Lunise closed her eyes to renew her temper. "We are aware of what will happen should the worst occur to Meesei's soul. Additionally...I do not know if it is your time in this place warping your sense of progression or whether you rarely interacted with non-mer mortals on Tamriel, but a century makes the world unrecognisable for the short-lived. Meesei would not be returning to her life as if nothing had changed. Most people she knows would have disappeared. The community of lycanthropes she had been fostering would have transitioned by several generations." She hesitated. "...And one hundred years is more than enough time for both her and I to change as well."

Lunise's eyes turned resolutely back to serving herself breakfast. "I appreciate you telling me all the same. Personally, I am hopeful that there are people on Tamriel that can assist in this matter as an alternative. Meesei is surrounded by extraordinary people -- I am certain there is something to be done about it."