Phantom Hollow Beams from your M2

The stranger drapes herself around him, though they’re both soaked, he feels a sliver of warmth he thought he’d never get to feel again. It’s the feelings of being alive — reminds him that he is. 

And so does her voice. 

“Alduin.” He croaks out quietly, shakily.

He cuddles closer to her, burying his dark face in her pale hide. He weeps. Tears rolling down his cheeks from squeezed shut eyes and mixing with the rain. Then he wails when she tells him her name and promises to take him to safety. It’s a broken noise, one that shows suffering that one of his age shouldn’t be experiencing so early let alone at all.

He doesn’t say anything back to her, only nods. He can’t speak. He doesn’t know what to do. So he doesn’t do anything. Waits for this woman, Kukutux, to sweep him away just as easily as the river did.