Meesei's lowered her head slightly, her expression growing a bit more sorrowful. His question was something she had been trying to find a definite answer to for years, but as all things in dealing with the divine, definites were a rarity. "I wish I could tell you I knew for sure, but apart from communing with an Argonian in the Hunting Grounds, I do not believe there is a way to know. I would like to think that Hircine's claim over my soul is stronger than that of the Hist. My interactions with Hircine so far would seem to indicate so, but I have never received a definite answer. Perhaps if I were to return to Black Marsh and commune with the Hist once more, I could receive my answer, but I do not know if I will ever be able to make such a pilgrimage. My duties to Hircine and my pack are far more important than my own fears."