Wheeling Gull Isle if you look away, the stars will know, and they will not be able to help you.

Her gaze softened as Reigi beckoned her forward. Finally, finally, someone wanted to touch her. To care for. Heart swelling, she was about to take her up on the offer when Poppy cried out, body writhing in pain.

Alarmed, Maegi held the woman's gaze as another pup was born. Blood pooled quickly, smelling hot and sweet, and the heaving body began to go still. 

But blood could be halted, injuries aided! Maegi knew how. She wanted -- she needed -- to help. She swung her head toward Reigi, eyes wide. "She needs moss!" the girl exclaimed, voice a bit shaky. Frantically, she looked and paced around, trying to find a patch of the greenery. It took a few moments, but she finally returned with a bundle in her mouth. 

Bending, Maegi pressed the moss to where the blood was flowing, holding it tight with her nose. But the blood was slowing, and the girl's body was growing cold. After a few moments, it stopped altogether.

Maegi sat back, thinking that her efforts had helped, that the moss had staunched the bleeding and the girl had fallen asleep. But she was still as a stone, rigor mortis setting in, and Maegi, muzzle smeared with moss and blood, looked over at Reigi, her eyes hollow.

Miraak had gone still like this, too. She was dead.