Blackfeather Woods look into a mirror and see yourself, unfamiliar and intruded upon

She followed Jakoul's dwindling scent down to the caves, fearful of what she would find. Upon seeing the rise and fall of ribs against the light of the glowworms, she breathed a sigh of relief—but it was scant. Still very much perplexed, Maegi approached the woman with a soft chuff, each step tentative.

The Nona lowered herself to the cool stone, laying nearby, facing the apathetic, gaunt face. I'm afraid for you down here, she whispered, the cavern naturally augmenting the sound to be louder (yet more fractured, too). What if the shaking starts again, and you get trapped like I did?

She needed Jakoul. The erstwhile Morta's stalwart presence had been sorely missed, like someone had hacked off one of her limbs. To see Jakoul in this state wounded her deeply.