Blackfeather Woods you are only coming through in waves

The whispers had not ceased.

It was not the daedra, like it had been when she was a child and still believed. They were long dead and gone to her, illusions of her own faults. No, it was all the souls lost to her in one way or another. All whose bones lay beneath the earth here, or whose face she'd last seen within these trees.

you stopped looking

you were not at my deathbed

you watched me die

you killed me

you killed me
YOU KILLED ME—

 And so on.

Her ears flattened, eyes squeezing shut. Nothing helped. She stood in the middle of the garden of roses, over Meldresi's remains, and the restless susurration carried on.

Maegi lifted her muzzle, calling for @Rowan. A decision had been made.