The Heartwood I miss the rough sex, leaves me a mess

Dreven. 
Harbinger.
She had worn that title once as well. 
A reminiscent yet small smile formed on her face as he said what he said.

She noted the brief shift of paws, the uncertainty.
Her own face remained impassive.

"Well met." She dipped her head once, slightly.

After a pause, she decided to take the risk. 
"With Alduin gone, I would like to extend the invitation to you and the other Forsaken to join the Saints, in the Hinterlands. At least until he returns." She paused, then added  "The offer need not be accepted or denied in haste." It was certainly an invitation to think about. She had no hard feelings either way, and meant to translate this with a single wave of her pale plume