Blackfeather Woods Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?

He sat back on his haunches, then eventually relaxed onto his stomach as time went on. It was a familiar stance for him, and it was growing more and more common for him to slip into it as he aged. He stretched, twisting his neck to loosen it. Miraak, He responded. He wasn't sure how they had treated her; what they did to twist and wound her brain and body. So he didn't know what tone to take as he spoke to her. To make sure you don't die, In any other sense it would be a selfless thing for him to say that, but here? Here it was just prolonging her agony. This was not sanctioned, He adds after a brief moment of silence. It was his way of apologizing for her pain, though there was nothing he could do to make up for it.