Deepwood Weald over men’s noses as they lie asleep

The answer is carefully-given, but not satisfactory, in her eyes. Megara had asked if she follows the daedra, not if she knows of them. Surely any child raised within the culture knew the bare minimum? Still, she offers the young woman an encouraging smile, dipping her muzzle in acknowledgement.

I am glad you were taught the stories, at least, the crone answers. More wisdom can come in time, if you so choose. I am not the priestess my sister was, but I know enough—enough to help a daughter of the Night Mother learn, at least. Her brows raise in query. Will Nyx take the proferred olive branch?

She is unsure whether or not she can be happy with a child of Meldresi's siring children with one who refuses to submit to the daedra.