Fairspell Meadow there is no pain; you are receding

Starting over had been the plan. It had worked for a while too, with the pair of them finding solace in the hollow. Nothing ever did last - whatever had cursed Titmouse in this life followed him to the next; oftentimes he thought of the Daedra, but he had stopped asking Maegi anything about the old gods of the black forest. It only served to drive a wedge between them. Things were better when he kept quiet.

When Maegi stopped hiking through the meadow he paused too, watchful, knowing of the weight she often carried on her shoulders. When she came to linger alongside him Titmouse's tail drew across the grass in a little wave, then he braced himself as she draped across his shoulders. Little comforts were all that they had, now.

Back there...? He responded. That dark band of trees was so familiar to them both, but was it a home - had it ever been anything more than their shared crucible?