While Meesei was now harder to read, the short silence that followed was an indication that she was still distracted in her thoughts, to some extent. She laid herself back on the bed and rolled herself on to her side, towards Lunise. "Sorry, I was just...thinking on what you said before. I suppose your mother's suggestion makes some sense. I suppose I should not have thought the Psijic Order would keep members against their will. Both Galerion and Mannimarco left of their own accord, after all. But I just...I would still have to leave everyone for as long as it took." 

Meesei looked down, clenching her hand into a fist as she surrounded it in a small amount of magical lightning. "You told me that my strength is more than just my templates. That no Argonian would ever have achieved magical control in werewolf form before me. That makes sense, I know it does. But...how can I be sure? What if it still because of this curse, in some way? Perhaps the latent memories in my mind somehow made it easier for me to reach the state of mind I needed?" Meesei said. Her argument did not have a great deal of specific reasoning behind her doubts, but she seemed to be taking them seriously nonetheless. 

"I just hate this uncertainty. I have no way of knowing what [i]I[/i] am actually capable of anymore. Am I even an average mage on my own, or do I just rely completely on these latent memories? I just...cannot know." Meesei added. She was quickly falling into melancholy. For Lunise, it was certainly the first time she had seen a werewolf sobbing, and even with the plate of food in Lunise's hands right in front of her, she hardly reacted to it. "Even with Ahnasha's help...what if I cannot do it at all without the Psijics? What if I die and just...disappear?"