Blackfeather Woods the haunting

He frowned but it looked more like a pout, except there was a sharpness to his one eye that he'd never had before. He looked at Maegi as she chided him and without the ability to stop himself he retorted, Don't want notting! He lurched to his full spindly height and swayed for a second, but didn't fall. How could she be so antagonistic about one thing and then offer him potent drugs in the next moment? It wasn't like he'd meant to live through all those nightmares — the mushrooms were supposed to make him sleep, and maybe they did, maybe they only locked his conscious mind away somewhere so that the daedra could infiltrate him. Maybe this was a complete and total accident; not his fault, no matter what he'd chosen to dose himself with.

Mou didn't know why he felt so antagonistic in that moment, but he couldn't hold back. The effects of the drug made him more emotional, his exhaustion leading to less self-control. He wasn't happy and it was obvious even without his petulance and slurred words. Mou didn't look at Maegi as he began to stalk off - but tripped over one of the bodies ringing where he'd been settled in the dirt, and with an airy hiss he kicked it aside, watched as a paltry offering of feathers erupted from the tiny mutilated body.

Lee-mee 'lone. He muttered as he went, his pale coat beginning to prickle all over.