Meesei grinned, practically jumping onto the bed and laying down on her side, within arm's reach of the plate of food on the nightstand beside it. "Now that, I can agree with. We have not really had our chance to have our day alone together, have we? I admit, I probably brought up the idea of coming here a bit too early when we were on the beach, and I spent most of yesterday wallowing in self-pity. There was a whole list of things I wanted to do with you yesterday that I never got to."

Reaching over, Meesei grabbed the comparatively small cup of tea carefully in her hand. Just as Lunise had guessed, it was cold, though one could see the slight glow of magic surrounding it as she started to heat the cup. "Granted, half of that list was taking you around to some interesting sights and destinations I have seen over the years. But, I would say Artaeum is perfectly good for now. I did have something I wanted to give you, but...well I am honestly not even sure it makes sense to give it to you anymore."

Meesei put down her cup and climbed out of the bed, over to her belongings. She took a few moments to sort through one of her smaller pouches and retrieved a small object, which she soon handed over to Lunise. It was a small, opaque vial that was cool to the touch, though interestingly, it was made from metal, rather than glass. "Do not open that. Just, um, let me explain what it is. I, well, this was always going to be sort of difficult for me to give you, and now this whole thing has made it even more complicated. Just try to keep in mind that this is meant to be a [i]gift[/i], and from my perspective, it is [i]far[/i] more romantic than it will probably seem at first. It is a vial of blood. My blood, specifically." Meesei explained, already showing herself to be nervous in her tone. 

"Now, you know that I would [i]never[/i] force lycanthropy upon you, and that is still true. I have never asked you to do it, never tried to pressure you into it. I know very well what it means to be a lycan, what it does for you, and what it demands from you. And I completely respect your, and everyone else's right to decide that for themselves. But...I love you, Lunise. I love you, and..." She began. For the second time today, Lunise would be able to witness a crying werewolf, albeit for drastically different reasons. "...I am completely confident in saying that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If I make it through this invasion, my life is going to be substantially longer than the average Argonian lifespan as well, I assure you. We very well could grow old together. But, something could always happen. I may well die before you, and we both know that our souls are not bound for the same place. That vial is enchanted to preserve the blood inside essentially indefinitely. If I were to die and...assuming my soul does not split into pieces and destroy me, you decided that you too wanted your soul to spend its eternity with me, then I wanted to make sure you have that choice available to you."