Lunise took up her own tea in a decidedly less energetic manner than Meesei, though anyone could see that it was decorum rather than any lack of mutual happiness slowing her down. She listened on as she sat up on the bed opposite Meesei. She mirrored Meesei's magic to heat up her own tea, even if she did not think the taste was ever the same when one did so.

The mention of a gift made Lunise curious. She was not sure what to make of whether it made any sense. Upon receiving the vial, she turned it in one hand with a lowered brow, trying to discern the mystery. At first, Lunise suspected it was either some cosmetic tool or an alchemical potion and was ready to softly chastise Meesei for taking a simple gift so seriously. Hearing it was Meesei's blood made her face drop into confusion.

Then it all became clear. Lunise sat paralysed on the bed, her lips slightly parted and her breathing halted. She turned her eyes down to the vial and sharply exhaled into a bewildered grin. "I have considered it on more than one occasion," she said. "Contracting lycanthropy, that is. I always knew it would mean the end of my career, or at least an eventual expiration to it. It would also mean leading my soul away from the Divines, though you know I have never been especially religious. I have too much housework in my world to step into yours, and that may be the case for some time to come." She held the vial against her chest and stood up from the bed. "But I know what this means to you. It means the same to me. I would love nothing more than to stay with you, Meesei."

Lunise shuffled up to Meesei and leaned against her, resting her head on her chest. "Survive, Meesei." Lunise's strained voice said. "I love you, too. Please survive."