Lunise hesitated on her way to finding a pot, cups, tea, and water. "Really? We may have imposed enough on Zyausak by now." She continued anyway. "Though, I will believe you."

While the reason may not have been immediately obvious, Nytala's question ended with a stack of saucers accidentally slipping from Lunise's fingers when she tried to pick them up. She managed to wrap her other hand around them before any could fall and break, though she was grateful for being faced away from Nytala. Her face was burning bright red from the memory of the morning she had shared with Meesei.

"Oh, it does, to an extent," Lunise answered reassuringly. "Meesei, you know it better than I. Mother should be asking you."