Blackfeather Woods sometimes it seems to me as if i'm just being used

Maegi gave a noncommital shrug, truly at a loss for what she felt in this moment. "I guess," she murmured. She cast her eyes up at the young man. "I don't even really know what it was for, or why it's now gone. It's all just. . .weird." Weird seemed to be a descriptor she used often, lately. Perhaps that was all her life was, and ever would be.

Weird.

"Did you get hurt, in the war?" she asked, for lack of better words. She felt suddenly awkward in the boy's presence, shuffling a bit as she sat. She knew that some had sustained injuries more serious than others--she felt a squeeze of her heart, wondering how Cicero fared--but Aries seemed fine enough, healthy and strong.

Others had not been so lucky. Maegi said a small, silent prayer for Miraak.