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Paarthurnax stared at it, then, he was bathed in a golden light. A hand reaching out and picking it up. Seems Paarthurnax trusted her enough for her to see his humanoid form. "I will cherish this honor, friend. . ."

"Hmm. . .The thought of new lands does sound alluring to this old dragon. . ." The Secondborn of Akatosh said, humming in thought as he nodded. "Yes. . .I believe I would like that."

"Ah, there is truth in your words. . .but remember, fate is often unpredictable. She may yet choose to cure herself. . ." The dovah said, his lips curling up into a smile. "Think nothing of it, fahdon. . .I only regret that I do not know the knowledge to truly help you."

"Krosis. . .I feel your sorrow, fahdon. . .but her choices are her own. No knowledge of mine can sway her decision. . ." The dragon said with a frown, extending a wing and gently allowing it to rest around her.

"Hmm. . .I see. Not a cure, but acceptance. . .But a mind focused cannot be so easily swayed." The dragon spoke, his tone thoughtful as he hummed. "Your daughter. . .What are her exact thoughts on lycanthropy?"

"Ah. . .the so called gift of Lord Hircine. . .the blood of the wolf." Paarthurnax said, nodding his head as he hummed in thought. "You seek a way to undo the curse, correct?"

The dovah hummed in thought, tilting his head to the side slightly. "I see. . .And what manner of curse do you speak of?"

Cloudy eyes widened a fraction. A mortal seeking council from a dovah? How curious. . . Regardless, Paarthurnax bowed his head lower out of respect. "I see. . .Tinvaak fahdon, ahrk zu'u fen hon. Speak friend, and I will listen. . ."

"Hmm. . .Hin rot dreh zu'u lot zin. Your words do me great honor. Ah, krosis. . .I do not believe I know your name." The old and wise dragon said, lowering his head closer to her.