Otter Creek Only here for the weekend

When he came round the corner Sheogorath noticed that she was awake again. For a moment he considered that maybe a game of pretend was in order. Adjusting his exterior he looked at the fiery-hued girl, wide-eyed as he said, "Can you stand again? There's little time. We — they..." He looked over his shoulder. "There's a maze out here — I've scouted ahead while you were out. They think we won't make it out of there alive, but we have to try." Sheogorath knew the maze like the back of his hand, for he had grown up here and had lived many years in Blackfeather Woods. She was not the first that had been kept here.

"I can support you," he offered as he approached, offering a shoulder for her if she wasn't able to walk well yet.