Blackfeather Woods never seem to find the time

Her eyes fixed on the intruder as he crashed to the ground, and she spared him no mercy, launching his way like a demented kitten. "GET OUT!" she bellowed, overtaken by the spirit of some dangerous god, like Mehrunes, or. . .Molag Bal. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

Once she was satisfied in the damage she had inflicted--and hoping that he would take her words to heart--she turned to stare down the other. . .and the blood drained abruptly from her face. His own visage was painted in blood, his, hers, the stranger's--but mostly his. Maegi stumbled backward, mouth gaping like a landed fish, mismatched gaze wide and round as full moons.

"Why did you do that?!" she cried, the horror clear in her voice. "Why did you try to break us apart? Why didn't you help me?" The utter guilt she felt at marring his face mixed with the anger at his apparent betrayal, and these two emotions battled it out, vying for mastery. Voices swirled and screamed around her, and her skull burst in a splitting headache, her eyes screwing shut.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" Maegi demanded, tears of anger turning the blood on her face to pink.