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Alvoran's head felt light. As if pain had clocked over into something beyond.

He was vaguely aware of Lysilde's face appearing before him. Or was it Yenith? Time seemed to be in flux.

"Alvoran!" Lysilde demanded his attention.

She pressed a glowing hand on his wound. The light-headedness was gone. The Nord crashed back to Nirn, straight into the searing pain again.