Redhawk Caldera This transmission is almost certainly of Daedric nature.

She was desperate- like a prey animal that felt the urge to flee, but she wanted him to come too. For some reason, he got the impression that if they left, and if they left now- she would not want to come back. It wouldn't just be a trip to the ocean. The panic in her voice told him she wasn't just hoping to hit the road- she needed to run away. 

"You're hurt," He interjected, but she didn't seem to be feeling the pain. "Okay, we'll....We'll go, but you have to tell me, once we're someplace safe, okay?" He said warily. He knew it would cause his mother alarm to find him missing- and he only hoped that she might understand. The best-case scenario, which he hoped the most for, would be that they would go perhaps only a few miles from the Plateau, and Anathema would tell him what had happened- and perhaps then, he could reason with her, and convince her to come back to Brecheliant to heal. 

"Let's go," He said softly, hoping that a calm voice might help soothe her fear.