Nova Peak blessed be our descendants

She had to laugh at that— lips curling as much as the paralysis allows.
“Jeg hører også ting. Mange på bjerget. Ånderne her er højlydte,” she sighs. "Måske, engang, kan jeg bringe dig til dem,” she goes on, “sige forskellige ting til forskellige væsener.”  The world takes a sickening spins around her. Focus can only be kept on Ulfric’s two legs; that which grounds her.
“Du er nordlig ligesom min mand. Vil du fortælle mig om hjemmet? Om Skarvheim,” Ayovi murmurs. She is slipping away, back down the stream. Does Ulfric of Skarvheim know?