Upon the first words out of Nytala's mouth, Lunise's hand tightened around Meesei's. Her emotions were no better prepared than her mother's. It was by sheer practice that Lunise was able to keep herself from shedding tears first.

"I do not think anything could have meant more to me than seeing you again, mother," Lunise said, astonishingly composed. "I was utterly terrified at the prospect. I did not know how it would play out. But I was..." The red around her eyes became suddenly apparent as the corners of her lips turned down. "...pleasantly corrected."

Lunise let her hand slip free and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Nytala and holding on so tightly she shook.

"I do not want you lamenting your absence on Tamriel any longer, understand?" Lunise's voice pitched upward emotionally. "I want you to know I am proud to call you my mother!"