There is a strange twisting in her chest, she thinks, when she hears him speak so. An emotion she does not wish to examine in depth, lest it prove itself another facet of bloodlust again. And Sheogorath is a ways off, but soon to come. Still, she makes no moves to leave early.

"Like a bird and its flight."

His earlier comparison was proven even more apt.

"One could envy you a little for such certainty."