Lion Head Mesa she is gone, but she used to be mine

The poppy flowers in the garden had long gone, and alongside the healers, herbalists and others of spiritual nature, Maegi had harvested the seeds. She kept her own private stash, in case Tavina decided to hold out on her one of these days. 

It was necessary, for she spent each day now in an opiate stupor.

This one was deeper than usual; she was drowning this evening, sinking through the ground, and Sheogorath was urging her upright—

"Giving up, Maegi? I thought better of you."

Piss off, she muttered into the cool floor of her shaded living quarters, and rolled onto her side. She was wasting away, gaunt and angular; Jakoul was her only happiness. The pups were growing, but she didn't visit.

She'd heard one of them was blind, and the other shirked the sun.

How fitting, them being parasites.