Even Meesei's acute hearing strained somewhat on Lunise's words, though she understood them regardless. It seemed she may have been right in her guess that Nytala had changed greatly during her time with the Psijic Order. The ways of the Psijics were far different from the culture of Summerset. It sounded like they may have been changes for the better, but it still may not have made up for losing her to begin with. Nytala obviously felt that it was worth the sacrifice, but hearing Lunise's thoughts on the matter only reaffirmed Meesei's decision not to join the Order. She would not want to put Sabine through the same loss if she could help it. 

Nytala did eventually find the writing implements she was looking for and took her time to jot down whatever notes had come to her mind. However, it did at least seem like she was making an effort to get the words down as quickly as possible to return to the others, albeit with a parchment in hand. "My apologies, I just had to make sure I did not forget that. I am sure these observations will bring me closer to understand the mechanisms behind your particular shapeshifting. I am just...not entirely sure how yet."

Nytala had to look up somewhat to make eye contact with Meesei, and her form was overall imposing compared to both of the Altmer present. Even for someone who was meant to be familiar with lycanthropes, Nytala still seemed slightly nervous. "I can see why you frightened some of our initiates. I...did not expect a werewolf to be quite so large."

Meesei could not laugh in quite the same way as usual, but did let out a non-threatening grunt. "I am a rather [i]large[/i] werewolf, to be fair. I am honestly not certain what trait confers a lycan form its size, since it can vary between individuals. I personally believe it to be a blessing from Hircine."