Lion Head Mesa pestilence

Wet nurse, Maegi mumbled, not understanding the term but trying to fix it into her mind. Nurse. . . She ought to nurse.

"It must be your being to sustain them—"

I can't, she told Sheogorath, shaking her head.

Come on, commanded the healer.

Okay, Maegi said.

One paw in front of the other.

Step. Step. Step. . .Step. Step. Step—step. Step.

Step.

Step.

Step

She rolled her eyes sideways to glance at Tavina. I dunno what. . .why this is happening. . . Her voice was weak and slurred, still dripping blood and fluid behind her.

She groaned at one point and stopped, squatted, placenta oozing like a snake in her wake. Is that one dead, she questioned flatly.

Worms, again.

Product of pestilence. All she was good for