Phantom Hollow The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly...

The younger man had scowled, but his words had truth. Compared to Miraak, he was merely a boy. He might stand their, a blank, unfeeling mask, but Miraak saw right through him. The boy's white eyes lingered on his shoulder with the kind of reverence the other child at the springs didn't have.

There was silence after his question, then another. A smile, pure and filled with unadulterated joy crossed Miraak's face. Solace, my Brother. The words came fluidly off his tongue, unspoken for moons now. So she did it then... His voice was full of pride. He couldn't wait to see her again after so long.