"What happened?"

"I think I figured out what that writing on the wall in the barrow means."

Tiny smile. 

" - It looked like a soul trap. From outside. But... With you as the soul gem."

"I absorbed something from the dragon, I think. Its- knowledge."

" - Like, its power?"

(The others who accompanied them are still staying at a distance and they probably can't hear Glint but there's a rising murmur among them.)

"Something like that, yeah."

Very, very quietly: "That sounds like you're Dragonborn."

"-Like Talos?"

"He was one, yes. There's been others, though."

"The Septims, right?"

" - Honestly I don't know if they were real Dragonborns? That's not genetic. It's a blessing of Akatosh - mortals who can take the power of the dragons as their own."

"But Talos is I think the most recent known Dragonborn. Most of them were from, y'know, the ages of actual dragons being about."

"Akatosh is a sneaky bastard, then."

"We can do a thorough check for god-marks once we have some privacy..."

"Sounds good to me."

Kiss.

"Though if you don't want rumors spreading we'll need to go make some excuses to our onlookers..."

"Yeah. Try to exert a little control over what the rumors will be, at least."

"Or make them harder to take seriously."

Laugh. "That sounds like something you'd suggest."

"It's how you know I haven't been replaced by an imposter."

"I'll be sure to test that from time to time."

"I doubt I'll avoid proving my identity for any very long stretches..."

"You do kinda wear it on your sleeve."

"I am who I am, and I like seeing me."

"I like seeing you too, sweetheart."

Then to talk to people?

To work Glint's special kind of magic.