I simply want to say thanks

Her brow furrowed slightly, in both contemplation and worry. Dreams. Dreams were the realm of Vaermina, another Daedric Goddess, someone she did not really associate with. If she were a priestess of the Dreameater, perhaps she could administer some kind of remedy to the scarred man, but she did not have that many options.

"I don't have much for dreams, only two things: chamomile and poppy seeds. Chamomile to calm you down, poppy seeds to help you sleep." Those were the only two that came to mind, but poppy seeds could become addictive if he takes too much at one time. "You know what they look like, don't you? When you take poppy seeds, only one or two before sleeping, and only at night. You could become addicted."

The priestess looked at the scar, seeing that it had healed, but it did not look like much fur had appeared on it, which was common for such large and dangerous scars such as that one. "I'm glad it healed well." She said, a bit of pride for herself, and happiness that Sitri was ok.