Nod. "We'll be wary on the road, too."

"Sounds like a plan, then."

"It is."

"Let's see how the others are doing."

Everyone who can be helped, has been.

The rest are dead.

"We need to move on soon," she says quietly to Elliane.

"There is little more I can do here."

"Did you know them?"

She nods at an old man, one of the ones under a shroud. "Him, I knew. Didn't much like him."

Nod. 

"It's - good, if you didn't lose those you care for," she says, almost testing out the words. Then, with a shrug: "But it doesn't always make death in your name feel easy."

"I may need to get more used to it. As Empress."

"People will sacrifice themselves for you," she says, knowingly, "And you will send them to their deaths in war."

"There's reasons I didn't stick around to rule Morrowind."

"If it were my choice-"

"That would be better."

"Pretty sure nothing says the one keeping the Dragonfires lit must rule."

"I'm not sure I can trust anyone else."

"We could make finding someone you do trust a priority."

"Along with the thousand other priority tasks we seem to be accumulating."

"Another reason I'm not ruling Morrowind."

"You're too busy to be that busy?"

"Have so much else to do."

"Fair enough."

"I'll help keep your workload as Empress from getting too extreme, though. You deserve to do fun things."

"That's very thoughtful of you."

"I'm a considerate woman."

Hum.

"Shall we get going then?"

Nod. "Let's."