Blackwater Islands just nod if you can hear me

happy to take whatever whumps

After leaving Mou, she fled.

Fled from wherever the healers' quarters were to the sea, gritting her teeth, loping as fast as she could to the sea.

In actuality, she could not move quickly, hampered by her crippled leg. But she tried. She hoped, prayed, Mou could follow. And the healer, Bridget.

But Sheogorath drove her forward.

This is not the place—

She galloped toward the ocean, teeth gritted—

Close—

But Mou—

And a clap, sharp, bright, like a bolt of lightning in her head—