He is beginning to feel it, the same knowledge that Natu had for his demise - only more concrete. He could feel that his spirit lacked convictions in these past months, lost after he was unable to keep Natu from being stolen to their new home. He would have asked her to move with him back to Scotavia had he not known this was what she wanted. He wanted to feel the leaves of New Scotavia, Taviora, beneath his paws. He wanted to smell the pines and the boar scat and the wind through the trunks of trees.

He wanted home, and he knew he could not take her with him. He could not do what she needed, be what she needed. He had cursed her to lose another love, another mate, the moment that he bonded his life to her. He regret nothing more and yet regrets nothing less. Nothing more than his putting her through this, nothing less than their time spent together.

Her many sons and daughters through him survived, as only one of his and Doe’s had. Her and his hearts beat together happily and with much contentment.

He hears her song and knows that he will return it, must return it. Time is precious as he feels how it aches for him to rise already - how alone he is already beginning to feel. He knows Seamus has not been well, but he also knows it is not in the same way. The loss of their brothers hit the Dragonborn harder than the Shadow-Grin.

He sings back to her, of his love of her and his need to have her close. His ghostly voice is growing thinner, weaker, and he does not hide this from her. Not entirely. He sings as if he is whispering in her ear over the miles he now travels to return to her.

Then he is there and he is tucking beside her as he steps over their children and relishes her warmth. He hopes she is well, but he decides to ask, voice softer than almost can be heard, “My light, my northern star… I have missed you. I thought I might tell you I was considering a trip out to Taviora, if you fancied to come along and visit our boys and Seamus.” He does not know how else to tell her, what else to say, but he does allow a dim sparkle light his pale green eyes.

“And perhaps we can run amongst the forest there and rediscover our youth, hm?” Playful, implying naturally adult things, a little chuckle under his breath.